"Now, either you move aside, and I won't kill anyone but Wang Zifu."
"Or I'll kill you along with him."
As his words fell, a terrifying killing intent spread from Ye Lin's body.
For a moment, the two sides fell into a standoff.
"It seems you've already made your choice."
"All I can say is that it's a truly foolish choice."
Seeing the two men before him remain motionless, Ye Lin sneered and took a step forward.
Just as Ye Lin was about to attack them, a terrifying pressure of the Saint Dao came from ahead.
Under the shroud of that Saint Dao pressure, Ye Lin's body was directly imprisoned in midair, unable to move.
"How terrifying."
At this moment, Ye Lin truly experienced the power of a Quasi-Saint.
Just a wisp of aura could take his life at will.
"We pay respects to the Ancestor."
Upon sensing that aura, the two men before him breathed a sigh of relief and turned to bow behind them.
The Ancestor had acted. This matter could now be resolved.
Though Ye Lin had not attacked them, the pressure he had placed upon them had been far too great.
"Little friend, Wang Zifu was at fault. This old man apologizes on his behalf."
"Today, for this old man's sake, spare his life. How about it?"
An aged voice came from within the Holy Star Sect.
The next moment, the space before Ye Lin shattered, and a gleaming Spatial Ring floated quietly before him.
Upon seeing the Spatial Ring, Ye Lin grabbed it.
With a casual sweep of his divine sense, Ye Lin calmly put away the Spatial Ring.
"Since it is Senior's request, this junior is naturally willing to give Senior some face."
"This junior takes his leave."
Putting away Azure Frost, Ye Lin