Ye Lin was Nameless Mountain's most outstanding prodigy. It was said that his master was Taichu, and that he was invincible among those of the same realm.
But so what? Wasn't he still going to die by his hand?
The thought of personally slaughtering such an exceptional prodigy made him tremble with excitement all over. In the future, he would even be able to show off before the other True Persons.
He was someone who had personally slain Ye Lin. Tsk, tsk, tsk—he could brag about that for half a lifetime.
Having cultivated to his realm, he already knew that his potential had run dry and that Dao Integration was hopeless. All he could do now was enjoy life.
After all, he had struggled and fought for an entire lifetime, repeatedly walking through life-and-death trials, all for this very moment—for the sake of no longer being controlled by others, wasn't it?
"Ye Lin, die."
With that, a golden disk appeared above his right hand, engraved with mysterious runes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying explosions rang out. The True Person's face twisted with madness as he threw a punch at Ye Lin. The golden disk shot forth at once, swelling with the wind. By the time it reached Ye Lin, it had become a colossal disk a thousand meters in diameter.
The giant disk covered Ye Lin, then smashed viciously into the ground, driving him straight beneath the earth.
Seeing this, the True Person confidently withdrew his right hand. Though his attack had not caused as much commotion as the previous two, nor had it required as long to charge—
his attack directly struck the soul. Even cultivators who were likewise Spirit Transformation True Persons would not dare take it lightly.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Ye Lin lay on