Watching Xie Dong charge at him, Ye Lin smiled faintly.
Anger made people lose their composure, and Xie Dong had already lost his. Spiritual energy surged chaotically through him, leaving openings everywhere.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin—combine and slash!"
Ye Lin flourished Evil Slayer, and a river of swords whirled around the blade.
Then, in an instant, they formed a hundred-meter-long sword of light, which came slashing down at Xie Dong.
A deafening boom rang out, and Xie Dong was sent flying.
He'd come in fast, but he flew back even faster.
His body slammed hard into the edge of the White Jade Disk. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body covered in wounds.
Seeing this, the disciples around them hurriedly moved away from Ye Lin.
Even those closest to him kept more than a hundred meters away.
Their wariness of Ye Lin deepened yet again.
Ye Lin had defeated two mid-Golden Core cultivators in just two moves. How could they dare attack him?
Seeing this, Ye Lin put away Evil Slayer, sat down, and began regulating his breathing.
With no one looking for trouble, he was happy to enjoy the peace.
Soon, a bizarre scene took shape across the White Jade Disk.
The disciples all fought around the edges, while the hundred meters around Ye Lin remained completely empty.
Even those still fighting deliberately dragged their battles farther away.
Ten minutes passed. Only seven people remained on the White Jade Disk, including Ye Lin.
Only then did Ye Lin look up. At the far end of the White Jade Disk stood three black-clad disciples, their faces covered by black veils. They looked mysterious in the extreme.
Li Xiaoyao had brought Li Qingyu over to Ye Lin's side, while Zhao Liu stood alone in the distance.
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