Moreover, he was a pure-blooded qilin. Even if he went to the most prosperous place on the Origin Continent, his status would only be higher, never lower.
Comparing backgrounds with Laozi—those old fools truly had rocks for brains.
After killing those three old fools, the Qilin Saint looked down at Heavenly Capital City, a strange sense of loss welling up within him.
Back when he had gone out to travel, he had eventually made his way here. At the time, he had met two friends, and in the end, the three of them had founded Heavenly Capital City together.
Watching Heavenly Capital City grow stronger by the day with his own eyes had filled him with a sense of achievement.
But later, those three old fools had plotted against him and joined forces to kill his two friends.
If Ye Lin had not found him, he might have died long ago as well.
"This kid really has quite the killing intent."
Watching Ye Lin continue his slaughter through the city with a long sword in hand, the Qilin Saint could not help muttering.
The people within Heavenly Capital City had long since become puppets. They posed no threat to him whatsoever.
Yet not only did this kid refuse to leave, he was even carrying out a wholesale massacre of those puppets.
His bloodlust truly was far from ordinary.
Did he take pleasure in slaughter?
Interesting.
"Forget it. This saint no longer wants Heavenly Capital City."
"This trip outside nearly got this saint killed. This saint is very angry."
After staring at Heavenly Capital City for a moment, the Qilin Saint slowly rose. Dragging his massive body behind him, he vanished into the vault of heaven, leaving Heavenly Capital City completely.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
During this time, Ye