The Long Sword kept striking his head, producing crisp knocks.
The sound was like a deathly melody, endlessly echoing through Xing Lie's mind.
It was infinitely magnifying the fear in his heart.
And that fear was now written plainly across his face.
Ye Lin did not stop. As he struck him, he began examining this fellow's Spatial Ring.
After looking through it, Ye Lin could not help smacking his lips.
He had truly come to the right place this time. This guy had quite a lot of things.
He had originally possessed nothing at all, but now, he could be considered to have built up a little fortune.
The resources his ancestor had given him, the resources Chu Qinxin had given him, the resources this guy had given him, along with the harvest from his territory over the years.
He finally had a bit of wealth to his name.
If he casually took out even a tiny portion of the resources in his hands and tossed them out, it would be enough to make countless Primordial Unity Golden Immortals fight over them.
Saying Daluo Golden Immortals would fight over them was a bit exaggerated. Primordial Unity Golden Immortals was just right.
Sure enough, a man would not grow rich without windfall wealth, nor would a horse grow fat without night grass.
Killing people was the fastest way to obtain resources. That saying was indeed true.
After putting away the Spatial Ring, Ye Lin turned his gaze back to this fellow.
"Have you thought it through? My patience is limited. I no longer want to wait for you."
"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't speak within three seconds, I'll kill you. It's not like I particularly want to know anyway."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk!