"You are not Su Tao. Who are you?"
The man standing on the right frowned slightly when he saw Ye Lin.
The person before him was not Su Tao at all.
The ruler of the Great Cold Dynasty was Su Tao.
Who exactly was this person before them?
He was not Su Tao, yet he commanded the Great Cold Dynasty's army.
This was exceedingly strange.
"You need not know who I am."
"You only need to know that today is the day you die."
Ye Lin slowly raised a hand.
His flawless white right hand grasped at empty air.
In an instant, a terrifying sword cry suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.
The piercing sound echoed across the world.
What followed was an incomparably terrifying aura, sweeping outward without the slightest restraint.
In the blink of an eye, Sword Qi sprang up throughout a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.
Ahead, the cultivators standing amid the crowd suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Their eyes widened as they stared at Ye Lin in utter disbelief.
Some Daluo Golden Immortals clutched their throats, their faces twisted in agony.
As for those below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, they were already rolling about in empty space, as though countless strands of Sword Qi were flaying their flesh alive.
Painful—unbearably, agonizingly painful.
The next moment, a colossal sword slowly emerged above the firmament.
The tip of the giant sword pointed directly at the three Quasi-Saints before Ye Lin.
"Damn it, attack!"
The expressions of the three Quasi-Saints, who had still been lost in confusion, changed drastically upon sensing that suffocating aura.
They fixed their eyes on Ye Lin as the full pressure of their Quasi-Saint cultivation erupted without reservation.
"Useless."
"Fall."
Ye Lin's expression remained calm as he spoke a single