"Go. You already have company now; the road ahead won't be lonely."
After Ye Lin spoke, sword light flashed. A huge head fell to the ground, and even the Primordial Spirit was utterly hacked into dust by Ye Lin.
Thus, Ye Tian fell.
Ye Lin had faced four alone and slain them all. Each had stood above the pinnacle—any one of them, placed within the Star River Cosmos, would have been an unquestionable young powerhouse.
They had all been absolute Golden Immortal prospects, yet now, every last one had become a dead soul beneath Ye Lin's sword.
Such was the cruelty of geniuses. Once your name spread far and wide, you either grew stronger, or you were slain by others.
The fame it brought came with many benefits—and many drawbacks.
After killing Ye Tian, Ye Lin put away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and slung it across his back again. Then his expression abruptly changed.
"Pfft."
The next instant, Ye Lin violently spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood sprayed through the air, while his face turned deathly weak.
He appeared imposing, but in truth, he was already at the end of his tether. After fighting four geniuses above the pinnacle in succession, even he could not endure it.
And now, he no longer had the strength to fight again.
The state within his body was even more disastrous. Still, Ye Lin possessed no shortage of precious healing medicines; any one of them, if taken out, would be enough to stir up a bloody storm throughout the Star River Cosmos.
But this was not the time to heal. Ye Lin turned to look into the distance, where Mei Jiaojiao stood watching him with a smile.
"What? You're injured? Looking at you, it seems your injuries aren't light. Tell