"No matter how badly I play, I'll still come in fourth at worst. You people are different."
"With all my preparations in place, do you really think you have a chance of killing me?"
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, and the aura around him grew stronger and stronger.
These people were like dog-skin plasters stuck to him. He had to shake them off.
Otherwise, they really might find an opportunity.
Auras continually departed in secret, while Ye Lin stood motionless where he was, his own aura steadily growing stronger.
He waited until most of them had scattered, then he would strike directly at those stubborn few.
There were still twelve hidden auras right now. It was not suitable to make a move.
"Fellow Daoist, your words make a great deal of sense. You win."
At that moment, three more figures vanished from hiding. That left nine auras—nine whole Heavenly Geniuses watching him from the shadows.
Excluding followers and friends, there were probably only two or three true Starfield Heavenly Geniuses.
It seemed those two or three were the last ones stubbornly holding out, and they were very likely together.
"Fellow Daoists, since you still refuse to leave, it seems you wish to have a bout with me."
"Will you make the first move, or shall I?"
Feeling the several auras that still lingered in the shadows, Ye Lin's patience had reached its freezing point.
Since you don't want to leave, I'll make you leave.
In an instant, the Time Measuring Ruler in Ye Lin's hand erupted with endless lightning power. Streak after streak of lightning Sword Qi, carrying world-destroying might, blasted toward the front.
Ye Lin's body shot forward at the same time.
Those nine auras were right ahead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
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