It had been so before, and now... it was still so.
The Sword Qi before him drew closer and closer. Feeling the heart-stopping aura emanating from the sword light, he did not dodge in the slightest, pouring every last ounce of his strength into a single strike, all for the chance of victory.
A thunderous boom rang out. Qingcang's body was mercilessly swallowed by the Sword Qi, and the manifestation behind him shattered with a crash.
Imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Under such a lethal sword-path move, not even a complete corpse was left behind.
Having previously received one of Ye Lin's Supreme Arts, he had already suffered considerable internal injuries. Now, after overdrawn his body's potential to fight Ye Lin, he had long since reached the point where the lamp was running dry and the oil exhausted.
And now, Ye Lin's sword had extinguished both his body and soul.
"Fellow Daoist, go in peace."
As he sensed Qingcang's aura vanish completely, a trace of sorrow flickered through Wuchen's emotionless, desireless eyes.
When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves. Qingcang was dead—how much longer could he last?
This time, perhaps they had truly provoked the wrong person.
But the path of heavenly geniuses had always been one of slaughter. It was either you died or I perished. To die upon the road of seeking the Dao—there would be no regret in this life.
"Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, suppress."
Wuchen did not waste the time Qingcang had bought with his life. He slowly extended his hand, held his right palm in the air, then flipped it downward.
The golden Buddha manifestation behind him did the same. An enormous golden palm covered the entire sky, making Ye Lin appear utterly insignificant beneath its imprint.
To Ye Lin, even the