Just then, an angry roar rang out across heaven and earth, and a towering figure appeared high in the sky.
Its eyes, each as large as a bell tower, glared at Ye Lin.
Its face was full of fury as it stared fixedly at Ye Lin.
"Quit your tricks."
Ye Lin sneered. He joined his fingers like a sword and slashed. A razor-sharp Sword Qi flashed past, cutting the figure in half at the waist.
Even the entire mountaintop above it was sheared flat, without the slightest resistance.
The battle lasted half an hour.
"Reporting to you, Senior Brother. All 130,000 lives in the Saint Heaven Sect have been slaughtered."
The disciple before him cupped his hands. His white robe was stained red with blood as he reported to Ye Lin.
The Saint Heaven Sect was a major power. It was only natural for a force of its stature to have so many people. There were many ordinary mortals, and many newborn children.
Taken together, cultivators made up only a small portion of the population.
"Good. You have ten minutes to check one last time. Don't let a single one escape. If I find even one survivor later, you'll be the one who dies."
Ye Lin looked at the disciple before him and spoke, his tone filled with menace.
At his words, the disciple's heart jolted. Then he gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes, Senior Brother."
With that, the disciple turned and left.
Watching him go, Ye Lin's gaze remained impassive. His divine sense covered the entire Saint Heaven Sect. At the Back Mountain, fifteen children under the age of five huddled together, their faces full of fear.
The disciple before him had deliberately spared those fifteen children.
But Ye Lin understood: if they were going to kill, they couldn't