"N... nothing."
Bai Li shook her head. After finishing her salute to Ye Lin, she lowered her head and left, looking utterly defeated.
The other two followed behind Bai Li as well.
They did not dare raise their heads, nor did they dare speak.
They looked utterly lost and bedraggled.
"Not bad."
Ye Lin withdrew his hand.
That little thing he had comprehended by chance just now seemed to be rather effective.
Watching the three dejected figures in the distance, Ye Lin chuckled softly and said nothing.
These people were far too weak.
He could have crushed them head-on and slaughtered them with sheer force.
But he had not done so.
He had deliberately put on such an effortless display in order to crush them in every possible way.
More than that, he wanted to put on a proper show before the White Tiger Clan.
His sparring with them was like an elder instructing juniors.
From beginning to end, he had never placed himself on the same level as them.
Killing them, winning?
None of that mattered.
What mattered was Heart-Slaying.
Just like now.
One could tell from the expressions of the White Tiger Clan's younger generation that he had succeeded—perfectly.
Because on the faces of those young White Tiger Clan members, all he saw was defeat, bewilderment, shock, and terror.
Had he domineeringly crushed and slaughtered those people, the only thing he would have earned would have been looks of hatred.
But now, those looks aligned perfectly with his expectations.
In the future, he would become an eternal myth in the hearts of the White Tiger Clan's younger generation, an insurmountable obstacle and the greatest demon in their hearts.
This was far more effective than simply crushing and slaughtering them by force.
And because he had kept smiling the