Ye Tianling's Dao Body, Tianshu, glanced indifferently at the young man from the Yuan Race. "That's right. I, Tianshu, was the one who killed them," he said. "Did you bring the thirty Divine Level Battle Souls?"
As he spoke, he shot a disdainful glance at Yun Shaorong.
At this glance, Yun Shaorong shivered, a chill running through his body and mind.
He was already traumatized by Tianshu's methods.
"Thirty Divine Level Battle Souls? Afraid you'll be too lonely on your way to the Yellow Springs?"
Yuan Haoguang's voice was savage, the viciousness in his words unmistakable.
"Lonely? No, why would you be? Plenty have died already. You can go keep them company."
Ye Tianling responded nonchalantly, then glanced at Ye Tianyun, Liu Xu'Er, and the others. "Looks like you have no value as bargaining chips. After I slaughter this ant, it'll be your turn."
"What arrogance!"
Yuan Haoguang sneered coldly.
Then, he took a fierce step forward.
