"Shi Long, what exactly did you mean by what you just said?"
"Shi Potian's death was entirely an accident. I refuse to believe you would insist on causing trouble for Ye Lin over an accident."
"Although the Blade Saint isn't in the Eastern Region, if you lay a hand on him, forget you—even your entire Barbarian Clan will never be able to survive in the Eastern Region."
"Speak. Who sent you? For someone to make the mighty lord of the Barbarian Clan act as their spearhead, the power behind them must be enormous."
Elsewhere, the man in white blocked Shi Potian's path.
An incomparably terrifying aura radiated from him. He stared at Shi Long with a cold sneer on his face.
He was an old monster who had lived for who knew how many years. He had seen through it at a glance just now—Shi Long had definitely been used by someone.
But this was unlike ordinary manipulation.
Shi Long had willingly allowed himself to be used.
For someone to make a peak mighty expert at the sixth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm willingly serve as a tool, one could imagine just how terrifying the person behind him was.
"Meng Ting, you have no right to interfere in this matter."
"Only when the Blade Saint arrives will there be someone qualified to do so."
Shi Long looked at Meng Ting before him and smiled faintly.
Meng Ting's brows furrowed at those words.
He had no right to interfere?
He did not even have the right to know?
"If you refuse to speak, you won't be leaving this place."
"Based on those words you used to threaten Ye Lin just now, I can mobilize the Great Blade Association and pay your Barbarian Clan a visit."
"You carved out a territory for