As Ye Lin hurled out the Great Sun in his hand, the golden palm above his head was instantly smashed to pieces by it.
"No way."
The little bald monk's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. That was Buddha Kingdom in the Palm—his proudest supreme art. How could it have been broken so easily?
He knew Ye Lin was strong, but nobody had told him he was this strong.
It was simply unreasonable.
"Die."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Lin arrived before him, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand descending without hesitation.
"Amitabha."
The little bald monk chanted a Buddhist invocation. A layer of golden light rose over the surface of his body, tightly shielding him within. When the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor struck the golden light, it let out a thunderous boom.
The golden light was fading at a visible rate.
"You three, hurry and help this little monk!"
The little bald monk pressed his palms together and continuously chanted Buddhist invocations, while the golden light above his head kept shattering. At this rate, the light would soon break apart completely.
At this sight, he could no longer remain calm. He turned to look at the three people watching the show in the distance.
Those three had been watching all along. Not one of them cared whether he lived or died.
Damn them.
"You really don't take me seriously?"
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes. His left hand suddenly slammed against the blade, sending a tremendous force through the sword and into the golden light below. At that instant, the golden light shattered with a bang.
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor then cleaved straight down onto that golden bald head without obstruction.
"Great Sun Overlooks the Abyss, suppress."
Ye