"Oh? And who's this pretty boy? First time I've seen him. Qingyi, honestly—just because you can't beat me doesn't mean you need to find some pretty boy to come here and embarrass himself, does it?"
"By doing this, aren't you just harming the poor guy?"
Wang Chaozong stood in the distance with his arms folded, looking at Ye Lin with utter mockery, as though Ye Lin did not deserve his notice at all.
Ye Lin merely smiled faintly. As his right hand slowly rose, a deafening roar rang through the Starry Sky.
In the distance, the Asura Clan experts whom Wang Chaozong had casually sent flying were all shredded into pieces by dense Sword Qi, without even the slightest power to resist.
"Pretty boy, you've thoroughly enraged me."
Watching his clansmen turn into clouds of blood and vanish between heaven and earth, Wang Chaozong's expression gradually darkened. With a gloomy face, he raised his head and looked at Ye Lin.
At his beckoning, a blood-red longsaber appeared in his hand.
In an instant, a streak of bloody light rapidly closed in on Ye Lin.
"Slash."
Ye Lin slowly swept down two fingers held together like a sword.
Terrifying booms echoed unceasingly throughout the entire Starry Sky, and even the distant Starry Sky was ruthlessly torn apart.
With a thunderous bang, the blood-red figure before him spat blood and was sent flying backward.
Seeing this, Ye Lin took a step forward, his figure following close behind.
"Slash again!!!"
Ye Lin raised his arm and slashed out once more.
Invisible Sword Qi tore through the void. Wang Chaozong, who had only just managed to steady himself below, was sent flying again.
"Damn it, who exactly are you? Since when did the Human Race have such an expert?"
Wang Chaozong's body retreated violently