"As long as one is tainted by this Forbidden Technique, even a Saint would perish on the spot!"
Mizutetsu Tenyu said arrogantly.
Upon hearing Mizutetsu Tenyu's words, Ye Ling's eyes grew increasingly fierce, and a bloodthirsty chill flickered in their depths.
"Are you sure?" Ye Ling grinned and said.
"Heh, of course I'm sure! Even some veteran Saints can't withstand it, let alone a mere nobody like you."
Mizutetsu Tenyu shook his head, looking completely certain.
Then, with a single gesture from Mizutetsu Tenyu's hand, a blood mist cluster, as large as a millstone and crimson in color, whooshed towards Ye Ling.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"
The blood mist cluster sped along with a whoosh, making the space around it crack and pop.
A smug smile spread increasingly across Mizutetsu Tenyu's face—Ye Ling was merely an early-stage Saint in his eyes, no different from a chicken or a dog!
Once enveloped by this blood mist cluster, Ye Ling would surely turn to ash.