"Pfft—how... how is this possible?"
One of them lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before coming here, they had known Ye Lin was strong. Even their own successors had been no match for him. Though they had already overestimated Ye Lin, now that they saw it for themselves, they realized they had still underestimated him.
That seemingly casual sword strike had left them unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance. They did not even have the courage to defend themselves.
Could someone truly be this powerful in this world?
Ye Lin looked at the five with cold indifference. He slowly raised his palm as spiritual energy gathered within it, then lightly brought it down.
With a thunderous boom, a massive palm print appeared on the ground. The earth shuddered violently, and blood flowed from the five men's seven orifices as their auras vanished.
With a single palm strike, he had wiped out five peak Spirit Transformation prodigies. His strength was truly terrifying.
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
At that moment, someone emerged from the nearby forest. Smiling, he clapped his hands, his gaze upon Ye Lin filled with admiration.
"As expected of the Human Race's supreme leader. Your strength is indeed formidable. Slaying five peak Spirit Transformation prodigies was no more than the wave of a hand. I truly admire you."
Xilia approached Ye Lin step by step with a smile on his face.
Yet deep in his eyes flashed a trace of wariness.
"If you had shown any hostility, I would have attacked you just now."
Ye Lin's aura remained calm and steady as he looked at Xilia and spoke faintly.
When he had killed those five, he had already sensed Xilia's presence. Xilia had not concealed his