When the last mountain peak was sliced apart, the silvery-white thread had yet to dissipate.
It continued forward, heading straight for the three flame Dragons.
The first flame Dragon was cut through the middle by the thread, split neatly into two from head to tail.
The flame Dragon's body exploded in the void, turning into sparks that filled the sky like a dazzling fireworks display.
The second flame Dragon was likewise cut apart, likewise exploded.
The third flame Dragon seemed to have gained sentience. The instant the thread flew toward it, it suddenly turned, trying to evade.
But the thread was fast beyond measure. The moment the flame Dragon turned, it caught up, cutting in through its tail and bursting out through its head.
All three flame Dragons were slain.
The silvery-white thread finally dissipated.
From the moment Ye Lin released that Sword Qi to the moment dozens of mountain peaks were cut apart and the three flame Dragons were destroyed, only a single breath had passed.
Liu Yue stood frozen.
The three elders at the first level of the Quasi-Saint realm stood frozen.
The dozen or so elders at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm stood frozen.
Their all-out attack was still, before Ye Lin, no more than a matter of one Sword Qi.
Such strength filled them with despair.
True despair.
They had burned their blood essence, burned their Primordial Spirits, staked everything they had, yet had not even earned the right to make him take them the slightest bit seriously.
The gap in strength chilled their hearts to the bone.
Ye Lin lowered his hand, his gaze falling upon Liu Yue.
"Not bad. Now, it's your turn."
Seeing Ye Lin's calm eyes, Liu Yue's body suddenly shuddered.
He was an expert at the second level