"Gasp... H-how could he have become this strong? What happened? What exactly happened?"
Ao Guang stood in a corner, looking utterly lost.
Having witnessed everything, his Dao heart had completely wavered.
Even with his steadfast Dao heart, he could not help but feel shaken at this moment.
How was this possible?
He knew Ye Lin—he knew him. In the past, they would surely have been evenly matched. If Ao Guang had played all his trump cards, he would certainly have been able to suppress him.
But what was this now?
With a casual slash of his sword, he had crippled Ao Ye, whose strength had been on par with his own.
And now, with two more sword strikes, he had slain Ao Xuan at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm.
Ao Xuan—that was the Dragon King of the West Sea.
A supreme powerhouse at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm.
He had weathered countless storms throughout his life, an existence whose foundations ran unfathomably deep.
Yet Ye Lin had killed him with just two sword strikes?
If the truth had not been laid out before his eyes, he would never have believed it.
With cultivation at the seventh level of the Golden Immortal realm, he had slain the deeply established Dragon King of the West Sea with two sword strikes?
Once word of this spread, the Three Realms would tremble.
"Why? What exactly happened to you during this time?"
Ao Guang's eyes were fixed tightly upon the figure in the sky, who seemed like one of the Gods and Devils.
At some point, Ao Guang realized that he no longer even had the right to look Ye Lin directly in the eye.
The dense, overwhelming power of laws around Ye Lin made his eyes ache terribly