"Can we talk properly now?"
Ye Lin had somehow found a chair and placed it in the center of the main hall. He then sat down on it, smiling as he looked around at the surrounding powerhouses.
At this moment, Guan Qingsi was like a devoted little fangirl, obediently standing behind Ye Lin as his bodyguard.
"Ye Lin, do you truly intend to go to war with my Ice Snow Sacred Sect? This is the Ice Snow Sacred Sect, not a place for you to run wild."
One of the women spoke, her tone brimming with a heavy warning.
Without hesitation, Ye Lin directly lifted the chair behind him and walked toward her.
"Say that again. I didn't hear you clearly just now."
Standing before her with the chair in hand, Ye Lin asked softly.
"Y-You'd better not act recklessly. This is the Ice Snow Sacred Sect. I come from the Ice Snow Sacred Clan. If you dare lay a hand on me, the Ice Snow Sacred Clan will surely take your life."
Upon seeing Ye Lin before her and sensing the ruinous aura surrounding him, the woman's voice suddenly weakened.
Ye Lin said nothing more. He simply raised the chair and smashed it toward her head.
Just as the woman was about to resist, Ye Lin's overwhelming aura completely suppressed her, and the chair landed solidly on her body.
With a loud bang, the chair shattered into pieces, while the woman remained completely unharmed.
After all, she was a ninth-layer Golden Immortal. How could a mere chair possibly hurt her?
"Heh, do you think the Ice Snow Sacred Clan would care about trash like you? The fact that you were exiled from the clan to this place is enough to prove that you're nothing but dispensable garbage."
"And you're