The long spear carried incomparably terrifying power of laws, while the surrounding seawater continuously gathered around it. A dreadful pressure spread in every direction.
As one of the Four Seas Dragon Clan's four great kings, Ao Ye naturally had absolute confidence.
His talent could be ranked among the finest in the entire Immortal God Realm.
"When grown-ups are talking, what business does a child have butting in?"
Facing Ao Ye, Ye Lin merely slowly raised a hand.
The next instant, the seemingly unstoppable, immensely fierce long spear was firmly caught between two of Ye Lin's fingers.
Just two fingers had caught Ao Ye's full-force strike.
"Th... this is impossible."
Ao Ye's face was filled with shock as he spoke, then he suddenly exerted force with both hands.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, the long spear in his hands would not budge an inch.
"Slash."
Ye Lin released the spear with two fingers, then lightly swept his fingers, held like a sword, toward Ao Ye.
In the next instant, a terrifying flash of sword light streaked past. Ao Ye could not even make out its trail before his entire body was sent flying by a single slash.
The silver-white armor on his body shattered into pieces. A long bloody gash split across his chest, and he collapsed on the ground in the distance, clutching his chest as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"H... how is this possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Ao Ye, sprawled in the distance, stared at Ye Lin with bloodshot eyes and roared.
He had felt it. At the instant Ye Lin attacked, he had sensed that this man before him, like himself, possessed only seventh-level Golden Immortal cultivation.
But why?
Why was the gap so vast?
He was one of the Four Seas' four