This was Ye Lin's first battle since breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm. Looking at it now, it had gone fairly well.
The results were decent.
The battle had ended in less than ten breaths.
Qing Luo and her clansmen could only stare in stunned silence.
They knew Ye Lin was strong, but they had never imagined he was strong to such an extent.
The three figures Qing Luo had considered absolutely untouchable had been killed by Ye Lin so lightly?
There had not been the slightest hint of brutality throughout the whole process. It had been more like a work of art.
Decisive and smooth as silk.
"Your Sword Dao no longer falls short of mine."
Sword Demon stood beside Ye Lin and spoke.
His voice was incomparably complicated.
Who would have thought that in such a short time, Ye Lin's Sword Dao could already rival his own?
This was not cultivation—it was Sword Dao, an understanding of the Sword Dao itself.
That left him deeply shaken.
It seemed Ye Lin had gained greatly from that inheritance.
He felt no envy, only admiration.
"You flatter me, Senior. Compared to yours, my Sword Dao still has a long way to go."
Ye Lin smiled faintly.
Although Sword Demon had said that—
Ye Lin still possessed that much self-awareness.
The Sword Demon before him certainly had a deeper understanding of the Sword Dao than he did.
After all, just look at what the man's nickname was.
Still, Ye Lin was confident that once he entered the third heaven of the Quasi-Saint realm, he would surely surpass Sword Demon.
"It seems they came prepared."
"This thing may really be a supreme treasure their people lost outside."
Blade Fanatic stepped forward, gathered their storage treasures, and inspected them one by one.
Among them,