A terrifying aura swept forth, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
In that instant, Ye Lin took a step back, but he did not bend over.
Ye Lin kept his body straight, his eyes fixed on Nangong Yue, devoid of any emotion.
Time trickled by bit by bit, neither of them willing to give way.
The stone tiles beneath Ye Lin's feet had already turned to ash.
"Not bad."
"You are qualified to proceed to the next step of our conversation."
Seeing Ye Lin like this, Nangong Yue withdrew her pressure. A trace of approval appeared in her gaze as she looked at him.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly.
There was a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
"If our cultivation had been equal, you would already be a corpse."
Ye Lin said coldly.
This woman was indeed at the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
That pressure just now was simply not something a Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator could unleash.
Still, she had held back. Otherwise, he would not have found it so easy.
"This is not how you talk to a girl."
Nangong Yue shot Ye Lin a glance, then passed by him and headed straight for his residence.
In the Central Region, all she ever saw were bootlickers who worshipped her.
Yet this man had successfully caught her attention with his very first words.
Eyes did not lie.
He truly wanted to kill her.
Interesting.
No wonder he had no Dao companion.
Watching her retreating back, Ye Lin lifted his foot and followed.
If the gap between their cultivations had not been so great, then for that act alone, he would have made this woman drink a bitter cup.
"Far too shabby."
Nangong Yue walked ahead as though she had arrived in her