"Are there any fellow cultivators who would still like to spar with me?"
Ye Lin watched Lei Chong leave the Arena, his spirit crushed. He said nothing and turned to look around.
Wherever Ye Lin's gaze fell, the younger members of the Vermilion Bird Clan lowered their heads.
Yang Tian, defeated in one move.
Qin Hao, defeated in one move.
Lei Chong, defeated in one move.
Each had been defeated in a single, effortless move.
What could they possibly think?
They did not dare entertain even the slightest thought.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Ye Lin stood at the center of the Arena, while the younger members of the Vermilion Bird Clan all kept their heads down, not daring even to look him in the eye.
With his strength alone, Ye Lin had pressed them so hard they could not raise their heads.
"Since none of you have any objections, we'll end this round of sparring here."
"Please, carry on sparring among yourselves. I won't intrude on your festival any longer."
"Enjoy the festival, everyone."
Ye Lin waved with a smile, then left the Arena.
Watching his retreating figure, the cultivators wore expressions as though they had eaten shit.
Before Ye Lin arrived, they had happily sparred, exchanged moves, and placed bets. The place had been bustling.
Now, it was utterly desolate.
There was not even anyone talking.
Enjoy the festival?
Carry on sparring?
You can go fuck yourself.
Their anger surged, but faced with Ye Lin, they did not even have the standing to get angry.
He had beaten them down so thoroughly. What right did they have to be angry?
None at all.
"Senior Chi Lian, I should be going."
Ye Lin bowed to Chi Lian, then spoke softly.
He had achieved the desired effect. As an