Just one glance made cold sweat pour from his forehead. Pampered and indulged as he usually was, when had he ever seen such a scene?
"Y-you... are you human or a ghost?"
The young man trembled all over, his voice stammering as he questioned Ye Lin word by word.
"Trash."
Ye Lin sneered and abruptly clenched his palm. The man before him was instantly sucked dry into a desiccated husk.
Ye Lin grabbed the jet-black Identity Token, looked at the dried corpse, rubbed his palm, and sneered.
He had just gone through a fierce battle and was preparing to digest the blood essence he had absorbed when he heard someone showing off, so he came here.
At the same time, he had heard a secret. A great tomb?
"Everyone, relax. I'm a good person, so don't be afraid."
Ye Lin waved at the remaining few. Combined with his terrifying mask and the killing intent around him that was nearly solidifying into substance, he almost scared the two women to tears.
"Damn it, who exactly are you? You actually killed Junior Brother Song! Do you know where we come from?"
At this moment, one of the two remaining men stepped forward, folding fan in hand, and sternly rebuked Ye Lin.
Faced with such an idiot, Ye Lin merely gave a light wave of his hand, and the man before him became a dried corpse.
"A Spirit Transformation cultivator's blood essence is truly pitifully scarce."
Sensing the faint extra thread of blood essence within his body, Ye Lin frowned.
The blood essence of Spirit Transformation cultivators could no longer strengthen him. Perhaps it would still be useful if there was enough of it.
Now, he was looking forward to ten days later. By then, the heavenly geniuses of those transcendent factions would