Looking at the three before him, Ye Lin slowly raised his hand, his joined fingers forming a sword. He did not use even a fraction of his strength, merely condensed a wisp of pure Severance Intent and lightly swept it toward an azure mountain rock the size of a house more than ten zhang away.
There was no sound, no Sword Qi tearing through the air.
Ye Lin only felt something flash swiftly before his eyes.
The next moment, an exceedingly fine, mirror-smooth crack appeared down the middle of the massive azure mountain rock.
Immediately afterward, the upper half of the rock slowly slid down along the crack, crashing onto the ground with a boom and kicking up clouds of dust.
The severed surface was as smooth as a mirror.
The smooth cross-section was an exceptionally pleasing sight.
What Ye Lin had used just now was the purest Severance Intent.
Ye Lin had decided that the rock could be cut apart by him, and so the rock became two halves.
The truly terrifying part of Severance Intent was this:
I think I can cut you apart.
Then I definitely can cut you apart.
This thing was exceedingly strange and tyrannical. Even Ye Lin was wary of it.
Then, if he merely believed he could cleave a first-layer Quasi-Saint cultivator to death with one sword strike, did that not mean he truly could kill him?
What about a ninth-layer Quasi-Saint?
Ye Lin stopped thinking.
He realized that his thoughts had gone a little too far.
And were a little too unrealistic.
Ye Lin withdrew his fingers. Feeling the brand-new power coursing through his body and that pure, domineering Sword Dao, a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.
No wonder so many powerhouses valued this Cloud Heaven Secret Realm so highly.