Before things could settle down, an angry roar came from ahead.
Ye Lin looked up and saw a figure standing in the distance, glaring furiously at him.
Taking a closer look, it was Long Xiu, who had fought Long Aotian earlier.
Though he bore no wounds at the moment, his aura was in disarray.
"You actually killed Yuan Zhou."
"Are you courting death?"
In the distance, Long Xiu strode toward Ye Lin in a fury.
However, before he had taken more than a few steps, a stabbing pain struck his eyes.
Looking closely, he saw an incomparably dazzling streak of sword light floating before Ye Lin.
"Take one more step, and I'll kill you too."
Ye Lin's emotionless voice rang beside his ears.
That single sentence stopped Long Xiu in his tracks, leaving him afraid to make any rash move.
He stared at Ye Lin. Though rage filled his entire chest, he still did not dare attack.
Because his strength was evenly matched with Yuan Zhou's.
Since this man before him could kill Yuan Zhou and the other two, it meant he was fully capable of killing him as well.
They were all born of the Imperial Clan.
Those born of the Imperial Clan were no ordinary opponents.
Yet this guy had taken on three alone—and killed every last one of them in return.
Just what was this guy's background?
"Well done."
"Slaying three members of the Imperial Clan in one stroke—the Eastern Region truly has crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
At that moment, Long Aotian emerged from the void of the Boundary Sea, looking at Ye Lin with a smile.
"Long Aotian, he killed three youths of my Imperial Clan. Do you know what that means?"
Long Xiu turned to Long Aotian and demanded loudly.
His tone brimmed with