The void was deathly silent. Only Mo Lin stood there in snow-white robes, spotless and immaculate, his hands clasped behind his back.
Around him lay the eight Saints in disarray, their auras weak and their appearances wretched. Great Venerable Wan Zu was held by the throat in midair like a dead dog, his eyes filled with terror and despair. The other Saints had either been sent flying while coughing blood, knocked unconscious, or were barely holding themselves up, all of them ashen-faced.
A crushing defeat! An utterly one-sided crushing defeat! The eight Saints had joined forces, yet before Mo Lin, they were nothing but chickens and dogs, unable to withstand a single blow!
In the distance, Wu Yao and Su Youwei, protected by the chaotic light barrier, had long been left too stunned for words. Their beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.
They knew Mo Lin was powerful, but witnessing him personally crush the eight Saints of Hunyuan Heaven all by himself brought an unparalleled shock to both their eyes and hearts! This was their man! Invincible and peerless!
Mo Lin casually tossed aside Great Venerable Wan Zu, who was as limp as mud, as though discarding a piece of trash. He dusted off his hands, calmly swept his gaze across the devastated battlefield and the ashen-faced Saints, then spoke indifferently:
"Can you follow my rules now? The Ancestral Dragon Lamp, an apology, inviting Senior Cang Yuan back, and... immense compensation for Tian Yuan Domain. Not one of these can be missing."
His voice was calm, yet it carried unquestionable majesty. Like the laws of heaven, it echoed beside every Saint's ears.
Great Venerable Wan Zu lay limp in the void, coughing violently as blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth. Feeling the nearly shattered Saint Source within