Ye Lin looked at them, his eyes utterly without ripples.
His gaze passed through the crowd and settled on Liu Yun at the very back.
Liu Yun stood there, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling, her fingers trembling—her entire body trembling.
She was a powerhouse at the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, the ancestor of the Liu Family, the ruler of this land.
Yet at this moment, as she looked at Ye Lin, there was nothing in her heart but fear.
A fear she had never known before, one that seeped into her very bones.
She had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen countless powerful figures, but she had never encountered an opponent like this.
At the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, he had slaughtered experts at the second level as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
Even her third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm seemed insufficient before Ye Lin.
Earlier, she had still been confident that if she exhausted all her trump cards, she might be able to make Ye Lin wary of breaking the china for fear of the rats.
But now...
That confidence was gone.
All that remained was fear.
"Give me your life, and I'll give you the entire Liu Family. How about it?"
Ye Lin looked at her but did not answer.
His gaze moved away from Liu Yun, sweeping over the Daluo Golden Immortal elders kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, over the Liu Family members rushing over from afar, and over the entire Cambwu Mountain Range.
The Liu Family's residence was called the Cangwu Mountain Range. Stretching for millions of li, its peaks rose one upon another, wreathed in mist and clouds.
Upon the mountaintops, palaces and pavilions stood in orderly rows, while kiosks