"Quick, spread out and search! Three to a group—we have to find that thief."
"Yes."
More than twenty black-clad figures stood in a shadowy corner, speaking in low voices. None of them noticed the blood-robed man standing above their heads.
"Gentlemen, on such a dark and windy night, what are you all up to?"
At that moment, a cold voice rang out.
The black-clad figures below all looked up. A young man in a blood robe stood with his hands behind his back atop a tall building ahead.
Moonlight spilled over him, illuminating his towering, upright figure.
"Blood robes—he's the thief who killed the Young Pavilion Master! Everyone, the time to win glory and establish merit has come! Kill him!"
The black-clad man standing in the center cried out excitedly upon seeing Ye Lin. Yet as he spoke, he was quietly backing away.
He furrowed his brows and pushed the others in front of him.
"So it's this guy. Everyone, kill him and avenge the Young Pavilion Master!"
"Kill him, brothers!"
Several of the black-clad men shouted loudly. At the same time, those shouting the loudest were also quietly retreating.
What a joke. The Young Pavilion Master had been a first-layer Golden Immortal. If even he had not been this man's match, what were True Immortals like them rushing in to join the fun for?
They were only supposed to locate the target, then report it to their superiors.
"Boring."
Ye Lin frowned, then slowly raised a hand.
Countless strands of Sword Qi gathered in his palm.
"Slash."
With a casual sweep of his hand, countless invisible strands of Sword Qi crisscrossed the surroundings. One black-clad figure after another was mercilessly cut down, their heads and bodies separated as they lay silently upon the ground.
More than twenty cultivators lost