"Farewell, gentlemen."
Looking at the three men before him, Ye Lin delivered his final sword strike.
Three peak ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts died such stifled, miserable deaths within Ye Lin's sea of consciousness.
Who told them to be so bold? Their nerve had grown so great that they dared barge into his sea of consciousness on their own. They were simply courting death.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, Ye Lin's injuries had been recovering at an astonishing pace.
That had been his plan from the beginning: use a feigned death to make these people lower their guard.
The Chaos Sword Body possessed an extraordinarily terrifying recovery rate. Even injuries this severe could be rapidly healed in an extremely short time.
As for his Primordial Spirit, there was naturally the Sacred King Visualization Diagram. It contained a secret technique that could rapidly disperse one's Primordial Spirit.
It created the illusion that he had died.
With these two methods working side by side, Ye Lin's plan had clearly succeeded perfectly.
See? Hadn't he smoothly escaped the formation and even made it into the Liu Family's ancestral grounds?
"Strange, why are this fellow's injuries recovering so quickly?"
"Hiss, his Primordial Spirit is recovering too. What is going on?"
"The sword—the sword has regained its spirit! Damn it, this guy isn't dead. He was only pretending to die earlier."
"Damn it, retreat!"
For a moment, the experts surrounding Ye Lin and studying him all underwent a drastic change in expression, rapidly backing away one after another.
Ye Lin, who had been lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes. The three figures beside him gradually toppled to the floor, utterly lifeless.
"Good evening, everyone."
Holding the Emperor Sword, Ye Lin smiled faintly at those around him while casually stretching his stiff body.
"Damned thief,