"How is that possible? No... this is impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"How could there be such a powerful prodigy? Why? Why is he so strong?"
"Damn it, attack! Attack already!"
The nine Asura Clan prodigies Ye Lin had sent flying with a single sword strike let out terrified roars without pause.
When they looked at Ye Lin approaching them from behind, their faces filled with even greater fear.
They swiftly rose to their feet, each unleashing the techniques they excelled at.
One overwhelmingly powerful attack after another gathered in an instant.
Yet all their efforts were futile. Before absolute strength, no amount of struggle was of any use.
As Ye Lin swung his second sword—
The nine Asura Clan prodigies once more vomited blood and flew backward.
The supreme attacks they had painstakingly gathered were shattered to dust by Ye Lin's single strike.
Every last hope vanished into smoke at that moment.
Boom, boom, boom.
The thunderous roar of sword laws echoed throughout the Starry Sky.
Ye Lin put away the Emperor Sword and left the area.
In the Starry Sky, terrifying sword laws lingered all around, refusing to dissipate for a long while.
At the center lay nine corpses, arranged in neat rows.
Those nine corpses belonged to the Asura Clan's nine foundation-level prodigies.
Two sword strikes, and the Asura Clan's nine foundation-level prodigies had been slain.
And they had been foundation-level prodigies from the ancient era.
This battle had thoroughly proven Ye Lin's strength.
Not long after Ye Lin departed, the Asura Clan experts who had been hiding in the distance, too afraid to approach, finally dared to gather closer.
Even so, they only dared to watch from afar, not daring to draw near at all.
That patch of Starry Sky was still filled with incomparably powerful sword laws.