Ye Lin stood alone above the vault of heaven, his calm gaze fixed on the figures streaking toward him from beyond.
Every one of those figures radiated an exceedingly terrifying aura. Wherever they passed, stars shattered and space was ruthlessly torn apart.
"Just who are you? You killed the young masters of the three great trading firms, slew their three Half-Step Primordial Unity experts, and even allowed your subordinates to carry out a wholesale massacre on this Trading Star."
"Give me a reason."
At that moment, an old man stood in the starry sky, leaning on a cane as he spoke in an even tone.
His face was utterly expressionless. He merely stared at Ye Lin with a pair of unruffled, deathly still eyes.
The aura around him was exceptionally weighty.
After sizing him up, Ye Lin knew that this old man was a genuine ancient fossil—the kind that had lived for countless years.
"I came only for vengeance," Ye Lin said indifferently, as though he did not take the old man before him seriously in the slightest.
"Vengeance?"
The old man murmured the word over and over. He appeared calm, but inwardly, he had already cursed the young masters of the three great trading firms seven or eight times.
How could he not know what those three were like?
Back then, he had warned the masters of the three great trading firms that if they did not restrain them more strictly, they would sooner or later bring down enormous trouble.
Now, every word had come true. The enormous trouble had already arrived.
This person before him had killed three Half-Step Primordial Unity cultivators all by himself. Even he found such strength troublesome to deal with.
And this person was far too young—truly far too young. Moreover, several monsters followed