Streams of Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, and a blooming lotus blasted the entire hall apart. The three elders at the forefront were continuously scorched by Karmic Fire.
Yet they did not so much as grunt, only using every ounce of their strength to suppress Ye Lin.
Clearly, the joint suppression of these old fellows was putting Ye Lin under some pressure.
For now, he was locked in a stalemate with these old fellows. Neither side could do anything to the other.
No matter how heaven-defying Ye Lin's combat strength was, there were a full twenty-nine ninth-layer Golden Immortal great cultivators here. With all of them attacking together, Ye Lin could not break free anytime soon.
Moreover, these old fellows had lived for countless years. Their accumulated foundations were utterly beyond Ye Lin's comparison.
"Kid, how about both sides stop now and settle this through peace talks?"
"That's right. Whatever you want, my Liu Family will compensate you for it. You've also killed so many experts of my Liu Family. If we make peace now, you won't be losing out."
"I agree as well. Let's make peace here and now. Otherwise, if we keep fighting like this, neither side will be able to do anything to the other, and in the end, we'll only wind up mutually wounded."
"To tell you the truth, every move we make is being watched by the other seven Ancient Clans. If you and we both suffer, then you will die, and our Liu Family will be destroyed as well."
"Make peace now. Take whatever you want. As for the pressure from the other seven Ancient Clans, we will naturally bear it."
At this moment, the surrounding Liu Family experts spoke up one after another.
Ye Lin's combat strength was simply far too outrageous. The