"Fellow Daoist, I hope you won't lead yourself astray."
Seeing Ye Lin holding the Emperor Sword, the three figures in the distance narrowed their eyes slightly. For a moment, the experts of the three great clans behind them gathered in droves and slowly closed in.
Each of them stared at the group like tigers eyeing their prey.
Ye Lin merely gripped the Emperor Sword lightly, then took a step forward.
In an instant, a suffocating pressure spread forward, forcing the experts before him to retreat several steps.
Even the three blocking Ye Lin's path stepped back half a pace in perfect unison.
"What? You can't even withstand a trace of my aura, yet you still dare block my way?"
Looking at the three of them, Ye Lin took another step forward.
An even more immense pressure crushed forward. The experts of the three great clans could not bear it and retreated one after another.
The three who had been so aggressive moments ago were sent flying backward.
"You can't even endure my aura, yet you still dare block my way?"
Ye Lin snorted coldly and took another step forward.
At that moment, Ye Lin's aura had reached its peak. The experts of the three great clans vomited blood and flew backward, while even the three who had been brimming with hostility stared at Ye Lin in horror.
So strong?
This man had not even made a move. His aura alone had caused all the surrounding experts to vomit blood and be sent flying.
How was that possible?
The further one progressed in cultivation, the smaller the gap between realms became. Especially in the Golden Immortal realm, those capable of fighting across realms were all peerless prodigies.
But how was one supposed to count someone who could send them flying with