Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor as his figure slowly rose into the sky, his eyes fixed tightly on the seven figures within the city.
"All seven of you, come at me together. Save yourselves from saying I'm bullying you."
Looking at the seven below, Ye Lin curled his lips slightly and said softly.
His voice rang throughout Heavenly Capital City, drawing countless living beings within the city to look up.
"Who's that? So arrogant?"
"Never seen him before. One man provoking the Nine Kings? He's simply tired of living. When did the Northern Frontier get a figure like this? Even if you're looking for death, you don't go about it like this, do you?"
"Who knows? Anyway, we've got a good show to watch. When they start fighting, stay far away so we don't get caught in it."
Some cultivators who did not know the full story discussed it among themselves.
In a tiny place like the Northern Frontier, the strength of the Nine Kings had long been ingrained in everyone's hearts.
The moment they saw an unfamiliar cultivator provoking the Nine Kings, their first reaction was mockery.
He actually dared to openly provoke the Nine Kings?
He was simply courting death.
"You lot don't get it, do you? This man is the famed Blood Slaughter. You know Blood Slaughter, right? The Blood Slaughter who massacred several cities within a single year."
"Hiss, it's actually Blood Slaughter? What's he doing here?"
"No idea. But this time, he came specifically for the Nine Kings. Though they're called the Nine Kings, there are only Seven Kings now."
In the midst of their conversation, a figure smashed viciously onto a street in Heavenly Capital City. The once-intact road was reduced to rubble, and the surrounding buildings collapsed one