"Oh? You attack whenever you feel like it, and spare people whenever you feel like it? You old fossils really think this is a child's game?"
Ye Lin laughed in fury. Though he did not know where these auras came from, he could figure out with his ass that their owners were the old monsters of the so-called Nine Ancient Clans.
Now that they saw their own younger generation was about to be finished, these old monsters could finally no longer sit still.
"Blood Slaughter, what more do you want?"
"Don't tell me you want us old fellows to kneel together and beg you?"
"Blood Slaughter, this is the first time I have spoken so amicably to a junior. I hope you don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Hearing those voices, the corners of Ye Lin's lips rose slightly.
Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit?
Heh...
The next instant, a streak of Sword Qi flashed past, brutally piercing a figure below. That figure lost all signs of life in an instant; even his Primordial Spirit was mercilessly shredded.
"Blood Slaughter, you dare!"
The next moment, an enraged roar rang throughout Heavenly Capital City. Countless laws appeared out of thin air in the distant heavens, intertwining into a powerful web before ultimately forming a figure.
It was an old man, glaring at Ye Lin with fury written all over his face.
Yet just as the old man intended to take a step forward, a thunderclap suddenly flashed across the sky.
At the sight of this, a trace of fear flickered through the old man's eyes. He then glared at Ye Lin, his face full of rage.
"Blood Slaughter, you deserve to die—truly deserve to die! This old man will never let you leave the Northern Frontier