Seeing this, Ye Lin did not dare let his guard down.
These three had some real skill.
He slowly raised a hand. As he formed a seal with one hand, an ancient, simple rune gradually appeared in his palm.
The rune in his hand was beyond description—neither Dao nor principle, yet it seemed to be the origin of all sharpness, and its end as well.
Ye Lin had comprehended this Sword Talisman after undergoing Sword Demon's and Blade Fanatic's trials, integrating those two hundred years of experience into his own sword path.
This was also the first time Ye Lin had used it.
The instant the rune appeared.
The entire Weapon Grave and its hundred thousand broken weapons fell deathly silent.
At that moment, every whimper, howl, and murderous aura became as meek as lambs.
As though they feared the rune in Ye Lin's hand.
The Geng Metal Baleful Qi flowing through the rift surged madly toward his palm, like subjects paying homage to their king.
Suddenly, wave after wave of rumbling erupted from the space around Ye Lin. The terrifying roar swept across the entire Weapon Grave and spread outward at an astonishing speed.
"Damn it, cover your ears, now!"
"Seal your Primordial Spirits! Don't look, don't listen!"
"So terrifying! What the hell is that?"
"Damn it, it hurts—it hurts! I feel like my head is about to explode! It hurts so much!"
"Even my Primordial Spirit is trembling. Isn't this too terrifying?"
Some of the weaker younger members of the White Tiger Clan clutched their ears and rolled across the ground.
They wailed as they rolled.
Even those with greater strength could not keep their expressions unchanged, their bodies quietly backing away.
Terrifying beyond measure.
On the battlefield, Ye Lin slowly closed his right hand.
He crushed the