"Benefactor, do not struggle in vain. Stop."
The golden Buddha lowered his eyes and spoke softly, his voice imbued with true Buddhist resonance, as though he truly intended to convert Ye Lin.
"Submit to execution? What a joke. You're just a bunch of honest men."
Ye Lin sneered. The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand suddenly reversed, and a streak of sword light shattered the golden barrier outright. Ye Lin then walked out of the golden barrier completely unscathed.
Seeing his prayer beads crumble into dust, the golden Buddha raised his brows, his heart aching fiercely. That had been an immortal artifact, yet Ye Lin had destroyed it so easily.
Ye Lin now possessed the strength to casually destroy immortal artifacts. That was truly terrifying.
Having destroyed the little bald man's immortal artifact, Ye Lin did not pause in the slightest. His entire body flashed above the bald man in an instant, while the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor continuously spat out bloody radiance.
"Slash."
A majestic voice rang down from the nine heavens, and an incomparably brilliant sword light illuminated the world.
"Don't forget, there are still us."
The other three immediately entangled Ye Lin as well. The young man holding a green fan spun it in his hand, and with a whoosh, a violent wind unexpectedly rose from the spot. The incomparably dazzling sword light was steadily worn away until it finally dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunderfall."
Ye Lin pointed the tip of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor straight at the heavens overhead. In an instant, thunder began rumbling across the sky, which had originally been polluted by demonic qi. Bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels continuously appeared above the firmament.
**Boom, boom,