As the surrounding cultivators' expressions changed drastically, Ye Lin alone remained where he stood, his face unchanged.
He merely looked calmly at the Blood Demon Saint before him.
"Arrogant."
Seeing that Ye Lin still maintained such an attitude, the Blood Demon Saint flew into a rage.
Ye Lin's expression, behavior, and every movement were blatant provocations against him.
Faced with such open provocation, he could no longer endure it in the slightest.
His body transformed into a streak of blood-red lightning as he charged toward Ye Lin.
Even Wang Dali, standing far in the rear, could not help taking a step back, a trace of fear appearing in his eyes.
Xue Xin, meanwhile, watched her Dao companion with an expectant expression. She knew his strength.
With this slash, the fellow before them would immediately become a corpse.
Then, the Southern Barbarian Dynasty would become hers for the taking. As long as she devoured the fate of the Southern Barbarian Dynasty, her strength would surely reach the second level of the Quasi-Saint realm.
At that point, even across the entire Southern Region, her strength would rank among the best.
Thinking of this, delight surged through her heart.
The returns were simply too great.
And all she had paid was merely a tiny, insignificant bit of her body.
Though it was somewhat disgusting, with such a high return, she only needed to endure it.
"I thought your strength might satisfy me, but your current strength truly disappoints me."
Facing the Blood Demon Saint's fierce assault, Ye Lin sighed, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes.
He merely raised his hand lightly. In it was a strand of Sword Qi compressed to the utmost limit.
"Go."
Ye Lin flicked his finger.
The Sword Qi compressed to the extreme shot forth like an