"I think so too. Your Nameless Mountain advertised to the outside world that you were sending a disciple who'd just broken through to Spirit Transformation, but you actually sent an old monster at the peak of Spirit Transformation. Heh, who'd have thought the righteous path's number one sect, the Human Race's greatest force in the Eastern Continent, Nameless Mountain, would turn out to be like this?"
"That's an ugly way to eat."
As the smoke and dust cleared, Lietian and Xuanyin, along with another black-robed man, supported one another. Their clothes were tattered, and they wore grim, dust-covered smiles.
All three of them had sustained various injuries. Lietian had fared a little better; he was covered in countless sword wounds, but at the very least, none of them were life-threatening in the short term.
The other man, however, wasn't nearly as lucky as Lietian. A massive bloody hole gaped in his chest. Though the terrifying self-healing ability of a Spirit Transformation cultivator was doing its utmost to close the wound,
Ye Lin's sword dao rules were entrenched around it, making healing impossible.
Xuanyin, meanwhile, had only lost one arm and both legs. It was no big deal.
The three of them stared at Ye Lin, their faces full of hatred.
That had been the strongest attack the three of them could unleash after using their divine abilities. Forget a disciple who'd just broken through to Spirit Transformation—even an experienced True Person at the peak of Spirit Transformation wouldn't dare take it lightly.
They never expected that after such a ferocious attack, which they'd thought would reduce Ye Lin to ashes, things would instead turn out otherwise.
Things had gone nothing like they'd imagined.
Under Ye Lin's single sword strike, the three of their attacks had seemed like a joke. Their