"It's matured."
At this moment, the Heavenly Heart Flower had just ripened as well. Seeing the mature Heavenly Heart Flower, Ye Lin grabbed it and tossed it into his Spatial Ring.
"Fellow Daoist, this Heavenly Heart Flower belongs to our Buddhist Sect. Is it not improper for you to act like this?"
The seven Buddhist cultivators surrounded Ye Lin at the center, each glaring at him like tigers eyeing their prey.
"Is that so?"
The corner of Ye Lin's mouth curled up slightly. Then he slowly raised his palm and brought it down fiercely. Countless strands of Sword Qi scattered in all directions, and the Buddhist cultivators before him changed expression, their bodies rapidly retreating.
But no matter how fast they were, how could they possibly outrun Sword Qi?
The Buddhist cultivators at the fifth level of Golden Immortal who had arrived later died instantly, while the three at the sixth level of Golden Immortal were severely wounded.
Before they could react, Ye Lin struck again. With a single palm strike, three strands of Sword Qi pierced straight through their heads.
To Ye Lin, killing these people was about as difficult as slaughtering a few chickens—there was no difficulty whatsoever.
After finishing all this and taking every one of their Spatial Rings, Ye Lin turned and left.
These were extraordinary times, so Ye Lin would never let these Spatial Rings go.
"Reporting to Buddha, Wucheng and the others' Life Lamps have gone out."
In an unknown place, golden palaces rose from the earth. Among them stood one grandest hall, radiating endless golden light, within which Buddhist cultivators stood one after another.
Each of them emanated an exceptionally dense Buddhist aura. Golden light glittered throughout the hall, while Buddhist chants continuously echoed.
At the very top of the hall sat a