Under the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the bone palm that came slapping down was ground directly into powder.
"What?"
Feeling a burst of pain, then looking at his missing arm, the skeleton man was utterly stunned. He was a True Immortal—especially with this body of glazed jade bones, whose hardness rivaled a low-grade immortal artifact.
This was his greatest reliance, yet it had been so easily severed by an unknown swordsman?
What kind of joke was this?
And throughout the entire process, that unknown swordsman had looked so relaxed and at ease, as though he had not exerted any effort at all.
"It's a mighty expert! A mighty expert of our Human Race! Our Human Race's mighty expert has arrived! Follow me and kill!"
The middle-aged man, who had been watching the battle and hesitating over whether to flee, was incomparably exhilarated when he saw Ye Lin effortlessly grind the skeleton man's palm into dust.
With a wave of his arm, the warships behind him surged forward as though they had been injected with chicken blood. Three youths also followed at the middle-aged man's side.
They charged headlong into the minotaurs' camp and began a wholesale slaughter.
"Impossible! Again!"
The skeleton man roared, swinging another palm at him. This time, he had used his full strength.
He was confident that, under this palm strike, even a mid-stage True Immortal would not dare receive it head-on.
His glazed jade bones had once slain a mid-stage True Immortal cultivator. There was no way he could not take down this fellow.
"You've lived long enough too."
Ye Lin remarked. His right hand shifted continuously, and an ink-black Long Sword slowly condensed before him. At last, with a sweep of Ye Lin's right arm, Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, directly shredding the massive skeleton