The next moment, Ye Lin only saw a black shadow flash before his eyes. The black-robed man from before had already vanished from where he stood.
"Oh? That little speed?"
Ye Lin stood perfectly still, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Suddenly, Ye Lin moved. He abruptly struck out, reaching one hand into the void behind him. The space around his arm actually shattered like a mirror.
As Ye Lin's palm tightened slightly, the black-robed man who had just vanished was forcibly dragged out of the shattered space by Ye Lin's hand.
The next moment, Ye Lin drove a fist downward, slamming the black-robed man's body into the ground like a sandbag.
Dust billowed and shattered rocks flew everywhere. A massive crater appeared beneath Ye Lin's feet.
"Without the strength, why put on such an act?"
Looking at the black-robed man in his hand, Ye Lin spoke coldly. Then he slowly raised his palm, clenched it into a fist, and swung it down fiercely. The next moment, the black-robed man's head burst apart like a watermelon, red and white splattering across the ground.
"Shatter."
Ye Lin spoke coldly. The surrounding space trembled faintly, and the black-robed man's Primordial Spirit, which had yet to flee, was directly shaken into ashes.
Once True Immortal cultivators became mortal enemies, they had to grind each other's bones to dust and scatter the ashes. Otherwise, there would be endless future trouble. Killing only the physical body did not truly kill someone, because there was still the Primordial Spirit.
Even without a physical body, a True Immortal was still a True Immortal. Nothing changed in the slightest.
Just as Ye Lin finished all this, he felt a powerful Sword Qi fill the entire small island. Turning his head, he saw Dugu Feng