The so-called Four Heavenly Kings were also sent flying by the chains, their bodies smashing heavily into the ground in the distance.
Even the great mountains behind them were shattered by the impact.
"How is this possible?"
The black-robed man leading the Four Heavenly Kings turned to look at Ye Lin, his face filled with disbelief. How could this be possible?
One move—just a casual move had broken the formation they were so proud of. Was he even human?
Not even a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal could do it so effortlessly, could they?
"You're not a True Immortal. You're absolutely not at the True Immortal level."
Another black-robed man stared at the broken chain in his hand and muttered, as though he had gone mad.
The chain in his hand was a top-grade immortal artifact. Shattering a top-grade immortal artifact with a casual strike—was that something a True Immortal could do? What kind of joke was that?
"What are you still babbling about? The wind is tight—run!"
The other two black-robed men looked at their two companions as though they were complete idiots, furious at their failure to live up to expectations. Taking advantage of Ye Lin's inattention, the two of them immediately vanished from where they stood.
They were clearly no match for him, yet instead of thinking of running at once, they stood there in shock? Had their brains short-circuited?
"You come when you please and leave when you please? It won't be that easy. From the moment you attacked me, you should have been prepared to die."
How could Ye Lin possibly have failed to notice the two of them slipping away? He slowly raised his palm, where streak after streak of Sword Qi were compressed to the utmost limit.
"Go."
With a casual wave of Ye