Upon hearing this, Ye Tianling's gaze swept coolly over the group of five. "Get lost!" he said coldly.
As he spoke, a terrifyingly dreadful aura surged from him.
This aura wasn't powerful in the conventional sense, but it struck the Soul, sending a chill down one's spine.
The leader's expression changed. "Such shameless boasting! Do you think this is the outside world? The Weapon you rely on is useless here! Ye Tianling, I'd advise you to know what's good for you. Right now, it's 'get lost.' In a moment, it'll be 'get dead'!"
Another man sneered, "Ranked 10,327th, dead last in collecting Dao Rhyme Fragments! Killing trash like him would just dirty our hands!"
