Right now, he truly had the illusion that Golden Immortal cultivators were as common as cabbages.
Golden Immortal cultivators—beings of whom not even a few could be born in an entire starfield—were truly like cabbages here.
That was the fatal gap.
Even cultivators of such caliber could only be reduced to prisoners beneath others' feet.
This only further strengthened Ye Lin's resolve to pursue the Dao.
If even Golden Immortal cultivators could become others' prisoners, then it meant they were still not strong enough.
He had to keep growing stronger—strong enough to fear no one, strong enough to seize his own destiny.
"Kill."
Ye Lin gave a soft snort and took the initiative to intercept the three sixth-layer Golden Immortal cultivators, while also casually holding back five fifth-layer Golden Immortal cultivators.
He held off the strongest among them in order to ease the pressure on Li Xiaoyao and the others.
"Fellow Daoists, come have some fun with me."
"Grass-Character Sword Art, Grass Chaos."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, he vanished from where he stood.
At the same time, a violent wind suddenly rose throughout the canyon, sweeping across its entirety.
The three sixth-layer Golden Immortals Ye Lin had intercepted stood expressionlessly where they were. Holding twin blades in both hands, they quietly closed their eyes.
They had all undergone the same special training. Even the cultivation techniques they practiced were identical, and they had completed countless missions.
They could be said to have seen it all.
Now that Ye Lin had suddenly vanished before their eyes, they naturally knew what kind of method this was.
"How can a single blade of grass be powerful? How can it be formidable?"
"Wild grass lies soft and yielding; when spring winds blow, it lives again."
"Grass-Character Sword Art, Gale Chaos."
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