Having felt his own strength, Ye Lin's confidence swelled immensely.
His already incomparably steadfast Dao heart became even firmer.
The son of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, descendant of a divine beast—he was truly looking forward to it.
"You... killed the Dragon King?"
At that moment, five figures appeared before Ye Lin, their faces dark as they stared at him.
These five were the belated powerhouses of the West Sea Dragon Clan.
The true foundation of the West Sea Dragon Clan: five experts at the ninth layer of the Golden Immortal Realm.
Including the Dragon King of the West Sea, the West Sea Dragon Clan possessed a full six supreme experts at the ninth layer of the Golden Immortal Realm.
Such a foundation would shock the world no matter where it was placed.
"If they don't obey, I kill them."
"What? Are you looking to die too?"
Ye Lin raised his eyes and looked at the five before him.
Perfect. He did not know just what level the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword had reached, but with this kind of Sword Nurturing art, the more the merrier.
Back then, following Black Emperor's advice, he had discarded all of his arts, leaving behind only this Sword Nurturing art.
Because in his eyes, this Sword Nurturing art still held great promise.
After all, he had put so much effort into it before. He could not just discard it on a whim.
Out of selfishness, Ye Lin had kept it.
"Good... such audacity. You dare kill the Dragon King?"
One of the old men glared at Ye Lin furiously. As he spoke, an incomparably immense pressure bore down upon Ye Lin.
Yet Ye Lin's expression did not change. He merely watched the old man with a cold gaze.
"Looking to die? I'll grant your wish."