The Terror of Ye Lin

"I think so too. For the sake of your reputation, you Nameless Mountain folks advertised that you were sending a disciple who had just broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm. Who would have thought you'd actually send an old monster at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm? Heh, to think that the number one sect of the righteous path, the premier power of the Human Race in the Eastern Continent, Nameless Mountain, is actually like this?"

"This display of greed is truly unsightly."

As the dust and smoke cleared, Lietian, Xuan Yin, and another figure in black robes leaned on one another for support, their clothes tattered and their faces covered in grime as they let out miserable laughs.

Each of them bore different wounds; Lietian fared slightly better, his body covered in a dense web of sword cuts that, at the very least, were not immediately fatal.

However, the other individual was not as fortunate as Lietian; a massive, bloody hole had appeared in his chest. Although the terrifying regenerative abilities inherent to a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator were working desperately to mend the wound, the Sword Dao Rule of Ye Lin lingered around the edges, making it impossible to heal.

As for Xuan Yin, he had merely lost one arm and two legs—nothing too serious.

The three of them stared at Ye Lin, their faces twisted with hatred.

Moments ago, they had all unleashed their strongest attacks after utilizing their divine abilities. Even if a veteran True Person at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm had been standing there, let alone someone who had just broken through, they would not have dared to be the least bit careless.

They had expected that under such a fierce assault, Ye Lin would be blasted until his soul