"Slash."
Ye Lin said nothing, merely slowly pressing down with his right hand.
In an instant, piercing sword cries rang out through the starry sky.
Countless streams of Sword Qi spread madly in every direction.
"Not good, attack!"
"Damn it, move!"
The moment Ye Lin made his move, the five black-clad figures surrounding him paled drastically and struck out in unison.
Yet the overwhelming Sword Qi began slashing in every direction.
A moment later, the shrill sword cries faded, and the violent Sword Qi gradually dispersed.
In the starry sky, only five figures riddled with holes remained, silently floating in the air.
Having done all this, Ye Lin clasped his hands behind his back, turned, and left.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?"
Watching his retreating back, Yue Qingyi called out loudly.
Yet the man said nothing. He merely grew smaller and smaller, until he finally vanished from her sight.
Yue Qingyi stood where she was, her brows knitting slightly.
That back looked so familiar.
It felt as though she had seen it somewhere before.
"Holy shit, Fellow Daoist, you're here! Hurry, Fellow Daoist, I can't hold on anymore. The price has already reached 380 million Supreme Immortal Stones. You take over, you take over."
The moment he saw Ye Lin arrive, Xuan Mingzi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He swiftly rose to his feet and gave up his seat for Ye Lin.
God knew what he had just gone through.
Every time he trembled as he pressed that bidding stone, he had to summon every ounce of strength in his body.
One press was one of his lives.
One press, one life. One press, one life.
He never wanted to bear that kind of pressure again.
"Thanks."
Hearing the tension in Xuan Mingzi's voice, Ye Lin