"Who?"
Hearing the furious shout from the sky, Ye Lin abruptly raised his head and looked up.
In the distant sky, a man dressed in black robes was flying this way.
The man's face was gloomy, and an incomparably powerful aura radiated from his body.
Below, Li Xiaoyao was carrying a massive boulder over. His entire body was covered in blood. Once he reached the village, Li Xiaoyao tossed the boulder onto the ground and panted heavily.
"I found this first. He tried to steal my treasure."
Facing Ye Lin's questioning gaze, Li Xiaoyao explained.
"Hmph, ignorant fool. If I see it, it is mine. Hand it over at once, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
The figure in the sky spoke again.
His tone was filled with contempt and threat.
In response, Ye Lin slowly stepped forward.
This guy was really arrogant.
"Fellow Daoist, you dared come here. You've got some nerve."
With one step, Ye Lin's body arrived high in the heavens.
"Who are you? Are you standing up for him?"
The man frowned slightly as he looked at Ye Lin.
"If you say so, then so be it."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor suddenly appeared in his grasp, countless strands of Sword Qi winding around the Long Sword.
"Hmph. I don't wish to fight you. Give me that boulder, and I'll pretend nothing happened today."
Seemingly sensing that Ye Lin was not someone to be trifled with, the man pondered for a moment before speaking.
At the same time, he slowly retreated several steps.
"This is no longer about the boulder. You injured my brother. I have to settle this debt."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, the heavens abruptly changed color.
The originally dim sky