At this moment, the other powerhouses in the great hall were also glaring at Ye Lin with anger on their faces.
They had initially thought this fellow had been sent by the Heavenly Dao to save them, but after sensing his aura, they changed their minds.
What could a Divine Venerable possibly change?
In this vast hall, the overwhelming majority were Divine Venerables.
"Oh? Looks like none of you heard me clearly."
Ye Lin raised a brow, then found the person who had spoken first.
He slowly raised a hand, and a wisp of Sword Qi condensed at his fingertips.
"Go."
With a flick of his finger, a sword cry instantly rang throughout the entire hall. A flash of sword light streaked out, swiftly slashing toward the man.
"How bold."
The man flew into a rage at the sight. Some unknown, unfamiliar Divine Venerable had actually attacked him without a word?
Did he really think he was made of clay?
"Shatter."
Without the slightest hesitation, the man threw a punch. A powerful golden fist appeared before him.
A deafening boom rang out. The man who had attacked was violently sent flying, his body tracing a beautiful arc before crashing heavily onto the distant floor, his fate unknown.
At this sight, the entire hall fell silent once more. Countless powerhouses inside stared blankly at the scene.
In the distance, the man who had spoken earlier was clutching his severed arm and gasping for breath, staring at Ye Lin with terror written across his face.
The sound of the sword cry continued to echo through the hall.
"If you still weren't of some use to me, you would already be dead."
Ye Lin looked at the man and said coldly.
If he wanted to complete the mission, he had to rely on