"Take him down."
Ao Xuan lightly waved his hand, and the Dragon Clan experts around them immediately made their move.
Every one of them possessed eighth-layer Golden Immortal cultivation; they were the true foundation of the West Sea Dragon Clan.
The West Sea Dragon Palace was their home ground. Even the Heavenly Dao could not interfere here, so naturally they could deploy these peak combatants of the older generation.
In the past, any one of them would have been enough to give Ye Lin a headache.
But now...
"If you do not see the coffin, you will not shed tears; if you do not hit the southern wall, you will not turn back."
"Then let me see whether I can wipe out your West Sea Dragon Palace today."
With a wave of his right hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor abruptly appeared in Ye Lin's grasp.
"Karmic Fire Red Lotus, kill."
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor whirled, drawing out the Chaos energy within his body.
In an instant, countless crimson sword gleams erupted before Ye Lin, rapidly converging in front of him.
In no more than a breath, a blooming crimson lotus floated before Ye Lin.
"Scatter, slash."
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand swung once more. The Karmic Fire Red Lotus before him instantly exploded, transforming into countless crimson sword lights that shot toward the surrounding Dragon Clan experts.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin himself transformed into a streak of Sword Qi and headed for the distant Dragon King of the West Sea.
"Bold indeed! Since you seek death, this king shall grant it to you."
Ao Xuan roared in fury. At last, he could no longer endure it.
Again and again, Ye Lin had come looking for trouble with him.
He had