He had never imagined that Ye Lin possessed a Low-Tier Spirit Root.
A Low-Tier Spirit Root could actually grow to such a level?
For a Low-Tier Spirit Root to break through to the Golden Core stage was already a blessing from the Heavenly Dao, and even then, one would be among the weakest at the Golden Core stage.
Yet what about Ye Lin? With a Low-Tier Spirit Root, his strength was so formidable that even he was no match for him.
One had to know that he possessed a High-Tier Spirit Root.
"Monk, I'll take two. You take one."
"Alright."
After Ye Lin spoke, Wuxin nodded. Watching Ye Lin sneak toward the three cultivators, Wuxin grumbled inwardly.
"What a freak. How the hell could a Low-Tier Spirit Root comprehend Sword Intent? Just how did he grow up? Amitabha Buddha, damn it."
Then Wuxin rose and stealthily approached one of the young men.
"Who's there?"
The movements of the two were swiftly noticed by one of the young men.
All three of them were mid-stage Golden Core cultivators, and their vigilance was naturally quite high.
Yet the moment he finished speaking, darkness fell before his eyes, and then there was no afterward.
"Damn it, who was that?"
The other two were utterly shocked. Before they had even seen a shadow, their companion had already fallen?
"Amitabha Buddha. How kind, how kind."
After dealing with one of them, Wuxin pressed his palms together and looked down at the three men lying on the ground, his face full of compassion.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin crouched down, picked up the Water Spirit Bead, and placed it into his Spatial Ring.
By a stroke of blind luck, he had actually come across a peerless treasure capable of raising one's Spirit Root.
Any treasure connected to Spirit