At this moment, the First Clan, the Second Clan, and the Third Dark Night Tribe were in a standoff.
Black Battle, the leader of the First Clan, looked at Ye Li with a cold smile. "Human, hand over the Dragon-slaying Blade obediently, and I might consider letting you leave as a complete corpse."
Ye Li, however, shook his head slowly. "I despise it when people threaten me the most. Unfortunately, there's always someone who does."
"I am indeed threatening you right now. If you don't hand over the Dragon-slaying Blade, I guarantee that you will die a miserable death!" Black Battle threatened.
"It's a pity; you'll never have the chance," Ye Li said slowly.
What?
Black Battle looked at Ye Li in confusion.
"What do you mean, human?" Black Battle stared at Ye Li.
Ye Li smiled faintly. "There's nothing special about it, just that you'll die very soon."