"Die."
Looking at Ao Dong in the distance, Ye Lin swung his sword without hesitation.
He had played enough anyway. Now it was time to take this man's life.
"Insolence! I am the Dragon King's third son—how dare you kill me?"
Ao Dong roared, then transformed into a colossal dragon tens of thousands of feet long, coiling through the Starry Sky. As roar after roar rang out, Sword Qi slashed his body open, tearing flesh from scales.
His golden scales shattered, blood and flesh churning beneath them.
Drop after drop of golden blood spilled across the Starry Sky.
"Ye Lin, your Human Race is already hanging by a thread. If you kill me, it will inevitably spark a great war between the Dragon Clan and the Human Race."
"When that time comes, you will be the sinner of the entire Human Race."
"Stop!"
Seeing the wounds covering his body, Ao Dong sucked in a sharp breath. Then he fixed Ye Lin with a pair of imperious eyes and roared in fury.
Unreasonable—utterly unreasonable. The man before him was simply beyond all reason.
"Oh? You think a worthless piece of trash like you can start a war between two races?"
"I don't think the Dragon Clan would make such a fuss over trash like you."
Ye Lin chuckled softly, then attacked once more.
Dense Sword Qi swept through the Starry Sky.
"Insolence!"
Ao Dong let out a roar, and boundless golden light erupted from his dragon body.
The Sword Qi crashed against that golden light, producing a barrage of crackling explosions.
"A Dao Artifact protecting you?"
Only after seeing the golden mirror between Ao Dong's brows did Ye Lin understand.
No wonder his palm had gone numb from that punch earlier.
So this fellow had a Dao Artifact protecting his body.