The Three-Sword Pact

"Of course I'm here to plead for them. Divine Sword City answers only to Nameless Mountain, and as a disciple of Nameless Mountain, wouldn't it be rather inexcusable for me not to show myself after witnessing this?"

"Besides, Senior, isn't it a little willful to wipe out a major power just because of a disagreement?"

Ye Lin looked at the old man before him without the slightest trace of fear. He dared to bet that the old man would not kill him.

Sure enough, though the old man was furious upon hearing Ye Lin's words, he still did not dare strike him down.

After all, now that they had emerged into the world, Nameless Mountain had noticed them but had not moved against them for the time being, giving them ample time to prepare.

They were currently in the midst of their plans. If they killed Ye Lin and provoked Taichu into stepping forward, all their preparations would be ruined.

They could not throw their schemes of hundreds and thousands of years into disarray for a single person.

"Don't think that just because you are Taichu's disciple, this old man would not dare kill you. Move aside within three breaths, or die."

After speaking, the old man erupted with an incomparably terrifying killing intent. The killing intent swirled around him, gradually condensing into tangible form.

And as the target of that killing intent, Ye Lin naturally bore most of the pressure.

"Elder Mo, come back."

At that moment, a pleasant male voice came from the sedan behind the old man. Without the slightest hesitation, the old man turned and returned to the sedan, slowly sitting down as he completely withdrew his aura.

He seemed to be nothing more than an utterly ordinary old man.

"Taichu's disciple from Nameless Mountain? Interesting."