With one stroke of the sword, Baili Tusu's body split in two and lay still on the Arena.
Blood splattered across the Arena. The sight was gruesome.
Ye Lin calmly sheathed Azure Frost.
His face showed no emotion.
As though he had done something utterly insignificant.
At the sight, the spectators all rose to their feet in shock.
"What terrifying Sword Qi! What sword technique was that?"
Among the crowd, a sword cultivator stared at Ye Lin with burning eyes.
He had practiced the sword his entire life, yet this was the first time he had seen a technique like it.
He could not understand it at all.
He did not even know how Baili Tusu had been cut in two.
If their places had been switched and he had stepped onto the Arena...
He would have had no answer to that sword stroke either.
Crack, crack, crack.
Suddenly, a series of sharp cracks sounded from the barrier overhead.
Ye Lin looked up.
The barrier above him had split down the middle.
And it was not just the barrier. A hairline crack had appeared in the Arena beneath his feet.
Seen from above, the entire Arena looked as though it had been divided in two.
Ye Lin fell silent.
He knew that stroke was powerful, but he had not expected it to be this powerful.
Did that mean this sword stroke could slay a Quasi-Saint?
On reflection, though, Ye Lin shook his head.
Slay a Quasi-Saint? Forget it.
It was terrifying enough that the stroke could injure a Quasi-Saint. Slaying one was out of the question.
"This match goes to Ye Lin."
With that announcement from a powerful figure in the distance,
Ye Lin officially became one of the Eastern Region Top Hundred, taking Baili Tusu's place among them.
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