"Fellow Daoist, you must be Ye Lin, the one who caused such a sensation some days ago?"
"Finding you truly wasn't easy."
Within an unfamiliar stretch of Starry Sky, a young man stood with his arms folded, smiling at Ye Lin.
Figures emerged one after another from the pitch-black Starry Sky surrounding them.
They tightly encircled Ye Lin at the very center.
There were a full eighteen ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts.
It was an extravagantly powerful lineup.
"Fellow Daoist, my ancestor said that we must keep you here at all costs. I hope you won't make things difficult for us."
The young man gave a slight wave of his hand. The dozen-plus figures surrounding Ye Lin raised twin blades and steadily closed in on him.
Yet Ye Lin's expression did not change in the slightest. Arms folded, he watched it all with cold indifference.
"If you think you can take me down with merely this handful of people, then all I can say is that you are being far too naive."
As Ye Lin finished speaking, streams of Sword Qi slowly gathered around him, releasing thunderous roars that shook the ears.
"Fellow Daoist, how would you know without trying?"
The young man smiled at Ye Lin, though inwardly he was cursing. This was already the strongest lineup their Shadow Clan could muster.
If they had not feared that sending Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would draw the Human Race's attention, why would they have gone to such lengths?
"Forgive me."
With that, eighteen ghostlike figures slipped into the Starry Sky, their forms completely merging with its darkness, impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
Ye Lin merely gave a disdainful smile at the sight. Playing the same old tricks again—couldn't they show a little creativity?
"Sever."
Ye Lin casually waved a