One Arhat after another lay sprawled across the plain below, dead or alive unknown, while Ye Lin carried the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and walked toward Heartless in the distance.
"Benefactor, this humble monk comes from the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect. If you withdraw now, the grievances between you and me shall be wiped clean with a single stroke. But if you remain stubborn and refuse to see reason, my sect will certainly have a proper talk with you."
Watching the Eighteen Arhats fail to last even three breaths under Ye Lin's hands, Heartless cursed those worthless fools inwardly.
Then he turned to Ye Lin with a smile on his face.
He was already utterly exhausted and truly had no strength left to fight Ye Lin again.
The three supreme treasures were constantly suppressing Vast Expanse, and the immortal fortune power consumed in the process was an astronomical figure.
His mind and body were worn to the bone; he simply did not want to continue fighting Ye Lin.
However, Ye Lin was not about to stop just because of those words.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Break, cleave."
Ye Lin slashed down with his sword, sending a thunderous Sword Qi of extreme violence roaring forth.
In his haste, Heartless abandoned the suppression of Vast Expanse before him and flashed into the distance.
Yet in the next moment, that Sword Qi shot straight toward the two supreme treasures in the distance.
"Damn it, suppress!"
Heartless immediately controlled the two supreme treasures in the distance to cancel out the thunderous Sword Qi.
"Hah."
Ye Lin took a deep breath, then put away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
With his eyes tightly shut, he stood in the sky and slowly extended his right hand.
"Grand Void Ashen