The black-robed elder's gaze towards Ye Ling was filled with an unmistakable color of panic that he couldn't hide.
"Sorry, I have always believed that only the dead can keep secrets!"
"Besides, someone like you, dying a hundred times wouldn't be too many!"
Ye Ling smirked, then suddenly exerted force with his palm, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand was instantly drawn, a spray of crimson blood bursting forth and landing at the feet of the black-robed elder.
At some point, a fine line of blood had appeared on the neck of the black-robed elder.
The bloodline was so fine that if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see it clearly, as if it was a strand of hair, yet it was fatally poisonous!
The black-robed elder's eyes widened in terror, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but he couldn't make any sound, and he ultimately fell to the ground, weak and powerless.
