Your Lives Are Mine, Lin Ye!

Dugu Bo was burning with rage.

This brat was the only hope of curing his granddaughter. Nothing could happen to him!

Who would have thought he would run into something like this?

A Soul Emperor bullying a Soul Elder—and even trying to kill him!

If he had arrived a moment later, even if Lin Ye had survived, he would have been skinned alive!

Thinking of Dugu Yan's poison, thinking of how his only hope had nearly been crushed here, Dugu Bo could no longer suppress his killing intent.

"You bastards, you dared bully someone this old man has taken a liking to..."

Dugu Bo slowly raised his right hand, emerald-green soul power gathering in his palm.

"Then all of you can go die!"

Just as that lethal poison palm was about to fall, Lin Ye's voice suddenly rang out at the critical moment.

"Senior Dugu, wait!"

Dugu Bo paused and looked at him in confusion.

Lin Ye stepped forward and gave Dugu Bo a slight bow,

then pointed at the two men on the ground, who were already scared out of their wits, and said,

"Senior, could you leave these two to me?"

Dugu Bo froze at Lin Ye's words.

Zhao Lie and Yan Qing, kneeling on the ground, froze as well.

Even Zhu Zhuqing beside them looked at Lin Ye with an incomprehensible expression.

What?

He wanted to deal with them himself?

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and reassessed the young man before him.

A Level 37 Soul Elder wanted to personally deal with a Level 61 Soul Emperor and a Level 39 Soul Elder?

What was this brat thinking?

"Brat, are you sure?"

There was a hint of amusement in Dugu Bo's voice.

"This old man can turn them into meat paste with one slap. It would save time and effort."

"I'm sure."

Lin Ye nodded, his gaze falling on Zhao Lie's face, twisted by fear.

"Some grudges are more satisfying when you settle them yourself."

That old bastard had beaten him down earlier and had even forced him to the brink of using his final trump card.

The humiliation and fury were still bottled up in his chest.

Now that he had a chance to reclaim what was owed, how could he possibly let it go?

Letting Dugu Bo kill them would be letting them off too easily.

He wanted these two to be crushed to death by him, a "three-ring brat," amid endless despair and terror!

Dugu Bo looked at the undisguised killing intent and ruthlessness in Lin Ye's eyes and fell silent for two seconds.

This brat really suited his tastes.

Decisive in killing, repaying every slight.

That was how one survived in a dog-eat-dog world like Douluo Continent.

"Fine, this old man agrees!"

Dugu Bo suddenly laughed and withdrew the soul power from his hand,

but the pressure pinning Zhao Lie and Yan Qing down did not weaken in the slightest.

"Since you want to play, brat, this old man will give you the chance."

He then took two steps back and assumed the posture of someone ready to watch a good show.

"Brat, these two are yours. Deal with them however you want. This old man guarantees they won't be able to move even a finger."

With Dugu Bo's permission, Zhao Lie and Yan Qing instantly turned ashen-faced.

Damn it, their hope had been shattered!

That Titled Douluo, like some baleful star, had actually agreed to let that brat deal with them!

"No... don't!"

Yan Qing was the first to break down.

He lay sprawled on the ground, desperately trying to raise his head as he wailed toward Lin Ye,

"Little brother! No, sir! Ancestor! I failed to recognize your greatness just now! I had a filthy mouth! I'll kowtow to you! Please, be magnanimous and let me go!"

Zhao Lie was not doing much better. A dignified Soul Emperor, he no longer cared about his pride as he pleaded hoarsely,

"Little brother, we were wrong! We really were wrong! As long as you spare us, we'll give you whatever you want! Gold Soul Coins, and the beautiful female Soul Masters from our Fire Leopard Sect—you can pick whichever ones you like!"

However, Lin Ye ignored their pleas.

He walked toward them step by step.

"Hmph. Weren't you two acting pretty arrogant just now?"

Lin Ye stopped before them and looked down at them coldly.

"Didn't you want me to kneel and kowtow?"

"Didn't you say that the Fire Leopard Sect never gave up anything it had set its eyes on?"

With every question, Zhao Lie and Yan Qing's faces turned a shade paler.

"Why aren't you saying that now?"

Lin Ye sneered, then roared furiously,

"Come on, fucking keep talking!"

"I... I was wrong... I really was wrong..."

Zhao Lie had been completely terrified out of his wits.

"It's too late to apologize now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ye's gaze became incomparably fierce.

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, possess me!"

In an instant, an evil, violent aura erupted from his body!

Three Soul Rings—purple, purple, black—slowly lit up.

However,

when those three utterly abnormal Soul Rings rose beneath Lin Ye's feet,

Zhao Lie, kneeling on the ground, nearly had his eyes pop out of their sockets!

A... a ten-thousand-year third ring?!

How the fuck was that possible?!

A Level 37 Soul Elder, and his third Soul Ring was actually ten thousand years old?

What kind of monster was he?

Zhao Lie was utterly shaken.

He finally understood why a Titled Douluo valued this young man so highly.

Such talent could no longer be described as genius. He was simply a freak!

Unfortunately, he had realized it far too late.

"First Soul Skill, Evil God Thirteen Slashes!"

Lin Ye gave them no more time to be shocked. His right hand formed a claw, then he slashed downward!

This time, he held nothing back!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thirteen pitch-black slashes, wrapped in violent arcs of purple lightning, erupted simultaneously in that instant!

The slashes intertwined in midair into an impenetrable net and came crashing down upon Zhao Lie and Yan Qing, who were pinned firmly to the ground by Dugu Bo's pressure!

"No! Big brother, big brother, don't!"

Watching the thirteen black Wave Cleaves draw ever closer, Yan Qing let out a desperate shriek.

Zhao Lie's eyes bulged with fury as well. He frantically circulated his soul power, trying to raise a defensive Soul Skill,

but under the absolute suppression of a Titled Douluo, he could not move at all!

He could only watch helplessly as that net of death completely swallowed him and Yan Qing!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

In an instant, a string of dense explosions erupted through the forest!

A terrifying energy storm swept outward, tearing deep, bottomless ravines across the ground,

while smoke and shattered stones shot into the sky, obscuring everyone's vision.

Zhu Zhuqing instinctively raised an arm before her eyes, shielding herself from the violent blast rushing toward her.

Her heart pounded wildly too.

Too strong!

Was this Lin Ye's true strength?

Thirteen slashes unleashed without holding anything back—their power was practically world-destroying!

A few seconds later, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed.

Where Yan Qing had once stood, there was nothing left.

Only a mangled pool of flesh and blood remained on the ground, along with a shattered robe embroidered with the Fire Leopard Sect's emblem.