"Suppress."
Ye Lin gave the eight men a disdainful smile, then raised his palm and pressed it forward. In an instant, the great sun behind him erupted with incomparably brilliant radiance.
Beneath that light, heaven and earth themselves seemed to pale into insignificance.
With a deafening boom, the eight figures before him were sent flying, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls along the way.
Each of them stared at Ye Lin with utter disbelief in their eyes.
"Th-this strong?"
One of them clutched his chest, his face filled with shock. With just one move—just one move—he had sent all eight of them flying.
Could anyone in this world truly be so powerful?
Looking at the eight people sprawled across the ground, Ye Lin showed no mercy. He directly swung out his palm, leaving a massive palm print on the ground. The bodies of those eight men had long since been crushed to dust.
Streams of Blood Baleful qi flowed along Ye Lin's palm and into the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor behind him.
In a single exchange, he had suppressed and slain eight True Immortal experts. This was Ye Lin's current strength.
"Fellow Daoist, it seems we've run into some trouble."
At that moment, Poison Venerable's voice came from behind Ye Lin. Ye Lin turned around and looked over with puzzled eyes.
"We've been jointly put on the wanted list by those Three Cities Alliance factions. My head is worth ten million mid-grade immortal stones, while yours is worth fifteen million mid-grade immortal stones."
"Wait, that's not right. Why are you worth more than me?"
As he spoke, Poison Venerable repeatedly examined the sheet of paper in his hand, his face full of astonishment.
He seemed to deeply doubt what was written on it.
"Fifteen million mid-grade immortal stones.