Imagination was beautiful; reality was cruel.
Six terrifying blasts of Vermilion Bird True Fire slammed into the Sword Qi, yet they only caused the slightest obstruction, merely slowing its expansion by a fraction.
The Sword Qi continued to spread. In the end, it began to shatter, countless dense, tiny strands of Sword Qi scattering in every direction.
Those Sword Qi left horrifying wounds across the Vermilion Birds' bodies.
"Slash."
Seeing this, Ye Lin took a step forward, instantly appearing before one of the Vermilion Birds. Before it could react, Ye Lin sent it crashing onto the Arena with a single punch, its fate unknown.
As Ye Lin's figure flashed continuously, Vermilion Birds were smashed onto the Arena one after another.
A moment later, Ye Lin stood at the very center of the Arena. Around him lay the Arena, now reduced entirely to ruins, and Vermilion Birds covered in blood.
Flames ignited over the enormous Vermilion Birds' bodies, and they eventually transformed back into young men and women.
They looked utterly bedraggled, gritting their teeth as they cupped their hands toward Ye Lin.
"Thank you, Venerable Ye, for sparing us."
"Leave."
Ye Lin put away the Emperor Sword and casually waved a hand.
These people were sensible enough, and they had been quite polite to him. What was the harm in sparing their lives?
After finishing all this, Ye Lin returned to his seat in just a few steps.
"Venerable Ye may rest for now. The Phoenix Clan's and Dragon Clan's prodigies are still on their way."
The moment he sat down, a stunningly beautiful woman came before him, set down a pot of tea, and spoke softly.
As she approached Ye Lin, she did not forget to tug her collar lower.
But that sort of thing had no effect on