Behind them, the members of the Chaos Ancient Clan saw this scene from afar. Every one of them went pale as death, their bodies trembling.
Their young master, Helian Guhong, bearer of the Sacred Clan bloodline, had actually been beaten so badly by Ye Lin that he fled in defeat.
Among them, Long Xiu looked at Ye Lin with terror written all over his face.
He had never imagined that the young master, the Sacred Clan bloodline in whom he had placed such high hopes, would lose.
And not only had he lost—he had been beaten into a panicked retreat, nearly beaten to death.
If even the young master had ended up like this, then he...
Seeing Ye Lin walking toward him, he grew even more terrified.
"I said that once I defeated him, I would come kill you."
"Now that he has lost, you should die as well."
Ye Lin looked calmly at Long Xiu, his tone equally calm.
It was as though he were speaking of something utterly insignificant.
"You want to kill me? It won't be that easy."
"Even if I can't beat you, killing me is impossible for you."
"At the very least, before I die, I can make you pay the price."
Looking at Ye Lin before him, Long Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.
He knew he could not escape. He had witnessed Ye Lin's speed—a speed so fast that not even an afterimage could be caught. Even if he risked his life, he could not outrun him.
Since he could not run, then he would fight.
The only person capable of forcing a bearer of the Chaos Ancient Clan's Imperial Clan bloodline into such a state was Ye Lin.
The surrounding cultivators all watched as though enjoying a show.
"If you