"How noisy."
Ye Tianling snapped coldly.
As he turned around, Saintess Tianqing suddenly took out a golden Prohibition Talisman and pressed it into his hand. She held his hand and said softly, "Be careful. They... are very strong."
Ye Tianling was a little taken aback by her intimate gesture.
But a moment later, his heart warmed slightly. "Don't worry," he said. "They're just a few ants, nothing to worry about. I won't be needing this."
As Ye Tianling spoke, his cold gaze locked onto Mo Yuqing, Mo Yuqiu, and Mo Yuyan. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll be happy to oblige!"
"Such shameless boasting! Kneel and submit! Offer your Soul Brand and become our slave, and I might consider letting you live!"
Mo Yuyan declared with cold arrogance.
"That's what I wanted to say to you,"
Ye Tianling said coolly.
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
"You're courting death!"
