Wang Dali, walking ahead, could not help but let his face darken when he heard the two talking.
What did they mean, the Southern Barbarian Dynasty would do?
They were clearly treating the Southern Barbarian Dynasty like a soft persimmon, weren't they?
Though being treated as a soft persimmon made him furious, Wang Dali did not dare show the slightest temper.
Because he did not dare refute this fellow, nor could he afford to provoke him.
If he could have afforded to provoke him, he would not have surrendered so decisively back then.
Forget it. Let them say what they wanted. He had no temper—none whatsoever.
"Liu San, go. Deal with all this trash in front of us for me."
As soon as the Blood Demon Saint finished speaking, a terrifying streak of blood-red light appeared beside him.
That blood-red light was incredibly fast as it shot toward Ye Lin.
A distance of ten li was but an instant to it—not even enough time for a blink.
"Watch out."
Wang Dali reacted swiftly. He stepped forward, a great saber appearing in his hand, and aimed straight for the streak of blood-red light rapidly closing in on Ye Lin.
Yet in the next moment, he froze.
His expression turned vacant, and he stood rooted to the spot without moving.
The army behind him, and even the Blood Demon Ancestor, stared ahead in utter disbelief.
Right before them, Ye Lin was gripping someone tightly by the throat with three fingers.
That person stared at Ye Lin, his face filled with horror.
"Heh..."
Ye Lin gave a soft chuckle.
With a slight exertion of his hand, he directly crushed the young man's head.
The headless corpse fell straight down and slammed heavily into the ground.
A supreme expert at the first level of