Ye Lin stood high above the firmament, looking down upon all living beings, his face stern and utterly devoid of emotion.
It was as though none of the myriad lives below were worthy of entering his eyes.
Below him, the so-called Level Seven powerhouses were struggling, but every meridian in their bodies had snapped, their bones had long been shattered to powder, and even their dantians had been crushed by Ye Lin, their cultivation utterly crippled.
At this moment, they were no different from useless cripples.
For a prodigy possessed of absolute confidence, the most painful thing was not death, but becoming crippled.
"Remember this. My name is Ye Lin. You are welcome to come challenge me."
After leaving behind those words, Ye Lin stepped upon the void, turned, and departed.
Disappointed—completely disappointed.
He had thought these so-called Level Seven powerhouses might give him some surprise. Unexpectedly, there had not been the slightest surprise at all.
These so-called Level Seven prodigies were all nothing but pretty displays.
He had merely gotten a fraction more serious, and they had all gone down.
The Chaos Sword Body truly was overbearing.
"Ye Lin? Who is Ye Lin? Where did he come from?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he should be Human Race. Ye Lin, a Human Race prodigy? Where did the Human Race find such a monster?"
"My heavens, he crippled every Level Seven challenger! He crippled all the Level Seven challengers by himself. With combat power like that, can he even still be called human?"
"Terrifying—truly terrifying. It really is terrifying beyond measure."
"This is simply too shocking. Where did the Human Race get such a monstrous talent? The myriad races are gradually breaking free of the Human Race's control, yet at this critical juncture, another such monstrous prodigy has emerged. Is that