Seeing Ye Xiu approach with a Spirit Gun in hand, the Young Lord of Yin Water finally showed a trace of fear in his eyes.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to speak, but in an instant, his body was engulfed and melted away by an immense surge of spiritual power.
"What? He actually dared to make a move?"
The cultivators watching from the street beside them all widened their eyes as they stared at Ye Xiu before them.
None of them had expected Ye Xiu to truly dare lay hands on the Young Lord of Yin Water.
Now that the Yin Water Tribe's influence had grown ever more immense, there were few races in the entire greater world capable of standing against them. Yin Water City, named after the tribe itself, could be said to be a vital stronghold for the Yin Water Tribe's future.
The Young Lord of Yin Water could act in the name of young lord, naturally because of his inseparable connection to his father, the Water Lord Yin.
Judging by the achievements he had amassed in recent years, he had already faintly shown signs of taking control over the entire tribe.
To make an enemy of such a man, what kind of backing would one need in order to face the storm-like retaliation with confidence?
While everyone stood aghast, Ye Xiu showed no mercy in his hands.
A battle with the Yin Water Tribe was unavoidable. Under such circumstances, being merciful to an enemy was cruelty to oneself. Moreover, killing the Young Lord of Yin Water in the street—even setting aside the damage of cutting down their troops and breaking their generals—the blow to their prestige alone would have far-reaching consequences.
As for the retaliation that might come?
Not to mention that he was now