"Kill Qin Ya! Wash away this humiliation with blood!"
The disciples of Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain roared as they surrounded Qin Ya. Their eyes burned with hatred, looking at him as if they wanted to eat him alive. In contrast, the white-robed youth before them simply offered a detached smile, completely unconcerned.
"Quite the turnout," Qin Ya remarked, gazing at the forces from Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain. A cold smile touched his lips, and a chilling killing intent gleamed in his eyes.
"Qin Ya, surrender without a fight!"
With so many people backing him up, Ouyang Lin's confidence surged. He straightened his back and looked at Qin Ya, a smug smile spreading across his face.
'So what if you're strong? So what if your talent is monstrous?'
'Against the hundreds of disciples of my Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain, you're still a dead man.'
