"Whoosh!"
Where the sword light passed, the Myriad Souls Banner tore apart as if it were made of paper!
The Evil King discovered in horror that his Fourth Level Dharma Idol protective True Essence melted away before that sword light like thin ice beneath a blazing sun!
"No... this can't..."
"Pfft!"
The sword light pierced through his body, and the Evil King suddenly went rigid.
He slowly lowered his head and saw a bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest. The Primordial Pill and Dharma Idol within him had both been ground to pieces by that single strike!
"You..."
The Evil King struggled to raise his head, only to find that Chen Lin had already turned his back on him, leaving behind nothing but an indifferent silhouette. This fiend who had run rampant across Dream Continent for a hundred years suddenly weathered away like a sand sculpture, ultimately dissolving into a wisp of black smoke.
Below, everything fell into deathly stillness.
The cultivators who had been hiding were now all sprawled limply on the ground.
They had witnessed it with their own eyes—the Evil King, whose name alone struck terror into hearts, had been instantly slain by a single sword strike!
Black and White Attendants were even more frightened out of their wits. Faced with such Killing Intent, they cried, "Senior, divine might! Senior, divine might!"
Chen Lin casually withdrew the sword light, as though he had merely swatted a fly to death:
"A stray by the roadside dares to bark like a dog!"
"Lead the way."
Too terrifying... the cultivators muttered.
"Th-this is definitely not someone from Dream Continent!" A purple robe cultivator's teeth chattered as the compass in his hand dropped to the ground with a clatter.
"Could he be someone from the imperial family?