"Eight directions? Do they think I can't react in time?"
Watching these people try to outsmart him, Ye Lin stood where he was and chuckled softly before slowly raising the Emperor Sword in his hand.
Terrifying power of the sword path continuously gathered upon the Emperor Sword.
Only when those people had drawn close enough did Ye Lin suddenly drive the Emperor Sword into the ground beneath his feet.
"Sever!!!"
A Sword Qi a million zhang long descended from the heavens, crashing viciously down toward Ye Lin's body.
In an instant, a colossal wave erupted with Ye Lin at its center. That terrifying wave sent the eight figures closing in on him flying away.
Even the enormous Dharma manifestations they had condensed behind them shattered into pieces in an instant, turning into nothingness.
The eight figures spat blood as they were flung backward, their bodies shooting toward the depths of the Starry Sky.
"I rather like something you said: when geniuses clash, it is either your death or mine—where is there room to show mercy?"
Ye Lin spoke softly. The terrifying Sword Qi covering his body shattered outright, its fragments rapidly gathering into eight razor-sharp streaks of Sword Qi aimed at eight locations.
"Sever."
The Emperor Sword swung once more, and the eight streaks of Sword Qi pierced through the void as they shot into the distance.
Having finished all this, Ye Lin put away the Emperor Sword and walked toward the carriage in the distance.
It was settled.
He had already won.
Under that strike, even if they survived, they would likely no longer have the face to go on living afterward.
If they truly chose to cling to life, Ye Lin would not bother with them either.
After all, his task this time had already been completed. It