"Fellow Daoist, get in the back of the line."
Just as Ye Lin was about to enter, the man in the black cloak shoved him aside and spoke in a hostile tone.
Just as he was about to go in, he felt a suffocating pressure around his neck.
Turning around, he saw the young man before him gripping his hood.
"Get lost."
After Ye Lin spoke, he gave a hard pull with his left hand. The young man toppled toward him, and Ye Lin formed a hand seal with his left hand before striking out with his palm. Half of the young man's body was blasted into a mist of blood by that single strike.
Then Ye Lin tossed the fellow into the distance as though throwing away garbage.
"Hiss, fourth level Golden Immortal. Which ruthless figure is this?"
"My goodness, I never expected another ruthless figure among us. This guy has kept such a low profile. With fourth-level Golden Immortal cultivation, he's enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with San Zang and those others."
"Yeah, just who is this person?"
After sensing the aura Ye Lin had inadvertently revealed, the surrounding heavenly geniuses who had been continuously gathering all drew away from him, each watching him with wary eyes.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, plunged straight into the vortex, with Li Xiaoyao and the others following closely behind.
Only after the group had completely vanished did those people dare enter again.
Among the younger generation, which person capable of reaching the fourth level of Golden Immortal was not a peerless talent standing at the very pinnacle?
They couldn't afford to provoke him. They absolutely couldn't.
"What dense Immortal Qi."
The moment Ye Lin entered this secret realm, an incomparably dense wave of Immortal Qi rushed toward him. It was so dense