"Roar~"
"Roar~"
Dragon roars echoed through heaven and earth. Sui Xingyuan was blasted away by the thunder dragon, and even the greatsword in his hand flew from his grasp.
Ye Lin's body crashed heavily onto the ground, pulverizing the earth around him.
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, everything in sight was reduced to dust in an instant.
As far as the eye could see, everything within ten thousand miles lay in ruins.
At the very center, Ye Lin looked at Sui Xingyuan, who was kneeling on the ground with both hands gripping his greatsword, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Ye Lin smiled faintly.
"You're strong, but not strong enough."
"You've eaten more rice than I've eaten salt. I'm sure you know that once some people are provoked, it will inevitably end in a fight to the death."
Ye Lin smiled lightly, then put away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
Clang~
The greatsword fell to the ground with a crisp ring.
Sui Xingyuan gave Ye Lin a bitter smile, then lowered his head. His entire body knelt upon the ground, his head hanging down as the last trace of life faded from him.
With one sword strike, Ye Lin had slain Sui Xingyuan, a sixth-layer Golden Immortal.
Heavenly Star Pavilion spanned countless millions of miles, yet Ye Lin alone had destroyed half of it.
Countless buildings, mountain ranges, treasures, and even those innocent living beings were all reduced to ruins.
That was the cultivation world: when immortals fought, mortals suffered.
Without cultivation or strength, one was truly no more than an ant.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Lin walked across the land that had become ruins. Thunder rumbled overhead, occasionally letting out a deafening boom.
At last, Ye Lin suddenly stopped.