And his eyes, at that moment, were filled with utter horror.
"Speak, who sent you here?"
Ye Ling walked coldly over to the man's side and asked. The man's lips trembled slightly, his complexion deathly pale, but he did not dare utter a single word.
Ye Ling shook his head; this fellow was really too weak, not holding up at all.
Such a pathetic creature had come to assassinate him. For Ye Ling, killing this man would be as easy as flipping his hand.
"Since you won't talk, then you may die!" Ye Ling shook his head, then stepped forward, and terrifying blade auras swept out wildly, engulfing the unfortunate soul within.
"Ah! No!" The man screamed in terror, watching helplessly as the blade aura descended upon him, instantly tearing apart his body.
A cloud of blood mist spread out, completely enveloping his body as his screams came to an abrupt end.
