All over his body was filled with a wild and ancient aura, his arms wrapped in black cloth embroidered with glinting, golden gems, extrely luxurious.
The last figure was short with rough, dark skin, clad in a green robe, exuding an air of untad strength.
"Primitives, this ti, it's all on you. As long as you slaughter all three of them, I can increase your share of the treasure to fifty percent!" Mo Zhantian said to the primitives.
Upon hearing these words, the primitives were instantly overjoyed, their eyes bulging round with a fierce murderous intent as they looked towards Ye Ling and Xuan Yuanfeng and his companions.
Fifty percent of the treasure!
For any of the primitives, that was a considerable fortune indeed.
"Mo Zhantian, oh Mo Zhantian, I never thought you'd be the kind who'd betray your masters and ancestors. And to think I've regarded you as a friend all these hundreds of years!" Xuan Yuanfeng said with a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.
Ye Ling stood aside, silent, but his eyes were filled with indifference.
To betray one's masters and ancestors, those three words, for a cultivator, represented absolute disgrace. Even if the Mo family was powerful, they were still associated with these three words.
"Where are the Yan clan mbers? Exterminate the Mo clan and these damned primitives! Until the last one!" Elder Yan bellowed, flipping his wrist, and a giant hamr appeared in his palm.
"Hmph, people of the Yan clan, none of you will leave here alive today! Let's see just how capable you are!" Mo Zhantian raged. He had never expected Elder Yan to openly challenge him. Wasn't this seeking death?
Xuan Yuanfeng also took a step forward, roaring, "Xuan Yuan clan, today we fight you to the end!"
In an instant, several Yan clan mbers soared into the sky, their bloodlust piercing the heavens. They each held a weapon in their hands, their eyes blood-red.
In a mont, both sides engaged in a full-on battle, brutally fierce.
Elder Yan and Xuan Yuanfeng also found their respective opponents, engaging in fierce combat. The Xuan Yuan clan, with its nurous mbers, quickly gained the upper hand.
Ye Ling didn't join in the fight between the primitives and the Yan clan mbers because four powerful auras had locked onto him!
Ye Ling, looking at Mo Zhantian and the three primitive strongn before him, said with a sneer, "Old dog Mo, you really think highly of , huh?"
"Are the four of you planning to attack together?" Ye Ling coldly asked.
"Heh heh heh! A re early-stage Saint, and you have the nerve to be arrogant?" One of the primitive strongn sneered sinisterly, his eyes fierce with killing intent.
"We have no interest in wasting ti on trash like you. Just surrender peacefully, or you'll suffer physical tornt," another primitive mocked, not bothering to hide the contempt in his eyes.
"Heh, a bunch of old freaks who are proud of nothing but their age, have the audacity to call trash? If I were as old as you, I'd slaughter you as easily as butchering dogs!" Ye Ling said, his lips curling into a wicked smile.
"Seeking death!"
The words made Mo Zhantian's face turn ashen. A high-ranking Saint like himself was being called an 'old dog' by a brash youngster?
"Attack together; this kid is tricky!" Mo Zhantian ordered the three beside him, then he took the lead.
Being besieged by a peak Saint along with three strong primitive fighters, Ye Ling was imdiately put in a difficult position, constantly fending off the attacks of the three fighters.
"Ye Ling, hang in there, kill these damned bastards!" Zhan ngqi and the others shouted encouragent as they fought with the primitives.
Ye Ling wielded the Dragon Bone Knife in his hand, each strike carrying a wild force, shattering all of Mo Zhantian's attacks, giving him no chance to get close.
"Hehe, the four of us joining forces and still can't handle a puny early-stage Saint? It's utterly laughable!"
Mo Zhantian roared in anger, as the Clan Leader of the mighty Mo Clan, being bested by Ye Ling was a trendous humiliation!
"If that's the case, then let's tear him apart!" Mo Zhantian shouted loudly.
The three powerful primitive n instantly bellowed, their auras surging and murderous intent filling the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The weapons in the hands of the three primitive n spun rapidly, their sharp energy sweeping through all directions, like swords thrusting at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's eyes narrowed; he knew these primitive powerhouses were no ordinary foes. The so-called 'a starving cal is still bigger than a horse'; these four n were not as weak as they seed on the surface, their strength imnsely formidable, far beyond that of any ordinary high-ranking Saint.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, Mo Zhantian shouted furiously, taking the lead in attacking, his body rocketing towards Ye Ling like a cannonball.
The other three powerful primitive n followed closely, their eyes fierce, and killing intent bursting forth.
Feeling the vicious aura bearing down on him, Ye Ling's eyes focused, and he instantly felt an increased pressure!
He took a deep breath, and suddenly an ear-piercing roar of a dragon's chant echoed within him, a terrifyingly imnse power bursting forth from his body!
Boom, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared on Ye Ling's body, seen from afar, he resembled a golden-armored War God, awe-inspiring and majestic!
"Such a powerful will to fight, it seems this kid is not simple!" one of the primitive n spoke.
"Hmph, no matter how strong his will to fight, he's still alone and outnumbered. One powerful strike each from the three of us should be enough to kill him instantly!" Mo Zhantian said through clenched teeth.
Hearing Mo Zhantian's words, the three n from the Yan Clan nodded their heads, murder flashing in their eyes!
"Charge!"
They yelled and then their figures flashed, speeding towards Ye Ling like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they were already before him.
Ye Ling's eyes slightly squinted, a dangerous cold light blooming from within, golden divine light leaping in his eyes.
"Break for !"
Ye Ling let out a low growl, and his Dragon Bone knife fiercely descended, a blade light directly slashing forward with incredible speed, instantly reaching the three primitive n!
The blade light tore through the air with the power to destroy heaven and earth, and the three primitive n were shocked and horrified; they could not understand how Ye Ling, who was previously at a disadvantage, suddenly unleashed such a rapid attack.
"Damn it!"
One of the primitive n cursed, flinging his arm and sweeping his long staff, smashing it against the blade light with a booming sound.
The blade light shattered, the three steadied their figures stepping on the void, and their eyes, when turned to Ye Ling, were full of intense surprise.
"This youngster, he actually managed to block one of our attacks!" one of the primitive n exclaid in shock.
"Hmph, it was just luck. If the four of us attack at the sa ti, he definitely won't be able to withstand it!"
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