But after that brief surge of hatred...
What welled up in Zhou Yan's heart was bone-deep terror.
What would become of me now?
She lowered her head, looking at her ample bosom and listening to the deliberately hushed, envious chatter around her. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
If she really became a cauldron for someone to harvest...
To her, that would probably be millions of times worse than death!
"..."
Ye Li walked at his usual pace, his expression indifferent.
But as he drew closer, an indescribable pressure slammed into the hearts of the surrounding Soulbirth Sect disciples like a heavy hammer.
The noisy square quietly fell silent.
These demonic cultivators, normally a lawless bunch, all turned pale. They looked away with awkward smiles, not daring to utter another word.
They were terrified of angering this ruthless man, who clearly wasn't someone to cross.
These are all points...
Ye Li swept his gaze over the cultivators, forcibly suppressing the killing intent churning wildly within him.
Of the tens of thousands of disciples in the Soulbirth Sect, every last one had a health bar so black it was practically rotten. They were all walking bundles of experience.
They would die somewhere sooner or later anyway. Better to die at his hands in the future.
But right now, Ye Li wasn't confident he could wipe out the Soulbirth Sect's master and all its elders in one fell swoop.
Sacrificing a greater gain for a petty profit was hardly wise.
Alerting those big fish would only tip them off and slow his future cultivation.
Hold back for now, and all will stay calm... This is all so I can slaughter them cleanly later.
Ye Li shook his head, stopped paying attention to these walking kills, and finally entered the magnificent [Immortal Destiny Hall].
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