"Pass down my order: recall all disciples out training. Don't let them be mistakenly killed by people from Nameless Mountain."
"Pass down my order: the moment the forces of Nameless Mountain reach our gates, open them at once and make our intentions clear."
"Pass down my order: acknowledge Nameless Mountain as our superior."
Nameless Mountain's actions had clearly terrified these forces. One after another, they began issuing orders.
"Senior Brother, we've arrived. Two sects below are locked in a bloody battle. Should we warn them?"
At that moment, a disciple came to report to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin went to the front of the Flying Boat and looked down.
Below, two forces were fighting fiercely. Several figures battled in the air, while the disciples on the ground charged at one another with all manner of weapons.
The fighting had reached a fever pitch, and both sides seemed determined to fight to the death.
Ye Lin merely waved a hand, and the disciple beside him nodded.
"You there, below! Stop fighting within three breaths and go back to your own homes!"
The cultivators charging below only glanced up when the disciple shouted. Then, without paying him the slightest heed, they plunged back into the fray.
"Those below..."
"Kill them. Leave no one alive."
Just as the disciple was about to warn them again, Ye Lin suddenly spoke.
At his words, the disciples behind Ye Lin shot into the air and swooped down, each unleashing an immensely powerful aura.
In just three minutes, the ground was covered in corpses. Not a single person remained alive.
"Let's go."
Watching this, Ye Lin spoke with utter indifference.
The disciple said nothing. The Flying Boat sped onward.
After flying for three hours, the Flying Boat slowly came to a stop.
"Senior Brother, we've arrived. The