Yuan Zhou's enormous head floated in midair. His densely packed eyes blinked in unison, making soft pattering sounds, like a hundred windows opening and closing at the same instant.
"Three against one. Leave your life here."
His voice was still dull and grating, as though it had been forcibly squeezed from deep within his throat.
Ye Lin stood at the center of the triangular formation, his gaze shifting from Yuan Zhou to Bone Slayer, from Bone Slayer to Cockroach, before finally returning to Yuan Zhou.
His expression remained as calm as ever.
There was no fear, no tension, not even much concentration.
It was as though he were merely looking at three ordinary opponents.
Rather than terrifying beings born of the Imperial Clan, with Imperial Clan blood flowing through their veins and cultivation at the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
"All at the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, all from the Imperial Clan of the Chaos Bone Clan, and the three of you have joined forces to surround and kill me. You certainly think highly of me."
Ye Lin smiled faintly.
This was his first time coming into contact with members of the Imperial Clan of the Chaos Ancient Clan.
The highest-ranking people he had encountered before were from the royal clans.
That fellow had nearly beaten him to death.
In the end, Ye Lin had still schemed him to death.
This Imperial Clan was surely even stronger.
Yuan Zhou's dozens of eyes narrowed at once.
"You aren't afraid?"
Facing three peerless prodigies born of the Imperial Clan at once, this fellow was actually unafraid?
He could not see the slightest trace of fear in Ye Lin.
Ye Lin did not answer his question.
His hand slowly rose.
His right hand clenched at the air.
The next moment,