A gigantic golden hand suddenly manifested, its golden palm seal bearing an aura that could suppress all things as it came crashing down on Ye Lin.
Though the palm seal was clearly in the sky, a massive trench appeared in the ground below, with terrifying cracks spreading outward in every direction.
Ye Lin merely raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and swung it down fiercely.
In an instant, an incomparably terrifying thunder Sword Qi burst into existence.
The violent Sword Qi, seemingly capable of destroying everything, slammed into the enormous Buddha palm, yet failed to shake it in the slightest.
The golden hand continued its slow descent, suppressing Ye Lin from above.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Prison, descend."
Ye Lin slashed out once more, dense thunderous power swirling all around him.
The bolts of lightning intertwined with one another, ultimately winding around the massive golden palm seal.
An immensely dense intent of suppression suddenly erupted from the golden palm seal, directly dispersing all the thunder Sword Qi on its surface.
But it was not over. The golden palm seal continued to press down upon Ye Lin.
"Grass-Character Sword Art, Grass Chaos."
Ye Lin swung his sword, and a gale suddenly swept through heaven and earth. Ye Lin's figure vanished abruptly right before the young man's eyes.
At this, a flicker of confusion flashed through the young man's eyes.
He could actually escape his Buddha Kingdom in the Palm? This fellow had some skill.
Gradually, as time passed, the gale grew stronger and stronger, until wild howls began to ring through the air.
Something's wrong.
The young man thought to himself.
That fellow was still nearby, but he was so fast that even his divine sense could not catch him.