"You're not very strong, but you sure have plenty of little tricks."
"Unfortunately, little tricks are still just little tricks. They can never take the stage."
Purgatory Ice Flame burned around Ye Lin as he spoke indifferently, the killing intent in his eyes nearly solidifying into substance.
The golden net had long since been burned to ashes by the Purgatory Ice Flame.
Holding the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, Ye Lin strode step by step toward the people before him.
Just now, he had merely been toying with them. Now, he was truly getting serious.
These people had plenty of little tricks, and no matter how useless the seven of them were, they were still genuine fifth-level Golden Immortals.
They were in the same realm as him.
If he kept playing around like this, he might very well capsize in a gutter.
Ye Lin naturally would not do something so foolish.
"Xinyou, kill."
As Ye Lin spoke, a flash of white light shot from his shoulder.
"Awoo!"
Xinyou let out a roar, then charged toward Huo Ling'er in the distance.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, rushed in the opposite direction.
"Die."
Wrapped in an incomparably dense aura of laws, Ye Lin now resembled a true God or Devil, his Sword Qi crisscrossing the entirety of Heavenly Capital City.
Countless living beings throughout Heavenly Capital City huddled trembling in corners.
At this moment, they did not dare move an inch.
"Slash."
Looking at the panicked young man before him, Ye Lin did not hesitate to strike with his sword.
"Heavenly Walk, Earth Escape."
The young man swiftly formed hand seals with both hands, and his entire body sank directly into the ground, vanishing from sight.
"Get out here."
Ye Lin plunged his sword into the ground.
The next instant, an incomparably terrifying