Hand the Evil Brat Over

This was inconceivable. A cultivator at the Eternal River Tier had actually killed a Saint? Where was the iron rule of the martial arts world?

However, this brat only possessed battle prowess at the peak stage of the Small Saint. Thus, killing Zhong Badu was already his upper limit. He would naturally have no chance of victory against a Medium Saint—indeed, he had been sent flying by a smack from the ancestor of the Long Tribe before.

Zhong Ye stared at Ling Han coldly, and said in a haughty voice, "Since you've already seen me, hurry up, kneel down to accept your death!"

Ling Han laughed, and said, "Do you understand reason or not?"

"Reason?" Zhong Ye said with a cold chuckle. "I'm a Medium Saint, so what I say is reason! In any case, you killed a member of my Zhong Clan, so how can you still wish to live?"