Sweeping Aside a Hundred Enemies

Five more enemies suddenly appeared in the arena, but Shen Lin still remained composed, showing not the slightest sign of fatigue.

At this moment, neither Shen Lin nor the Black Jackal Clan referees showed much surprise at this blatant violation of the tournament rules.

Shen Lin fended off his opponent's attacks while surveying his surroundings. He let out a low, cold laugh:

"Well, well. You've all stopped pretending, have you? In that case..."

His gaze shifted as the Hate-Slaying Saber in his hand trembled once.

In the next moment, he slashed out five saber auras almost simultaneously.

Frost, cold winds, thunder...

All kinds of Dao laws coiled around the saber auras. In an instant, they tore through the opponents' attacks.

The five Saint Realm cultivators who had been locked in fierce combat with Shen Lin and seemed evenly matched all changed expression at this moment.

Before they could even react, the saber auras had already pierced through all their defenses.

They were killed...

Five consecutive system notifications rang out.

Shen Lin hovered in midair, the Hate-Slaying Saber in his hand trembling lightly and giving off a series of soft rings.

"This guy really is extraordinary..."

"Exactly. Those five just now were all among the most elite Saint Realm cultivators who came this time. Even in those great clans, they would count as major figures..."

"More than that. I remember one of them was even ranked on the Saint List of the Myriad Realms Stele. Yet now, that brat killed them all with a single saber strike..."

The two Black Jackal Clan Venerable Realm referees began speaking quietly among themselves at the sight.

They had once been outstanding figures among Saint Realm cultivators themselves before reaching the Venerable Realm.

But even so, they would never dare claim that they could have