Each of his dragon spears contained the origin power of the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan. An ordinary third-layer Quasi-Saint cultivator would not even be able to withstand a single one.
Yet this guy at the first layer of the Quasi-Saint realm had shattered ten thousand spears with one sword strike.
"This kid really isn't simple."
Dragon One said in a low voice.
"Strike with everything you have. Don't give him any chance."
His face was full of gravity.
Their initial contempt had become the caution they now showed.
The three exchanged glances, then released all their auras at once.
They had also realized that this fellow might not be as simple as the intelligence had claimed.
Anyone who could forge ties with the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan was bound to be extraordinary.
They could not keep underestimating him.
The auras of three third-layer Quasi-Saints erupted completely at this moment, without the slightest reservation.
Deep-blue dragon qi surged from their bodies, dyeing the entire severed void a dark blue.
The dragon qi rolled like a tsunami, blasting the spatial fragments in the void in all directions.
Ye Lin stood in the great pit, his body trembling slightly beneath those three overwhelming auras.
Not from fear.
From excitement.
Under the immense pressure, the laws of his sword path began to break through. His Sword Intent became purer, sharper.
Streams of silver-white sword light poured from his body, forming a sea of sword light around him.
The sword light surged like a tide, standing in stark opposition to the deep-blue dragon qi in the sky.
"Primeval Sword Art—First Form, Primeval Heaven-Opening."
Ye Lin struck first, raising his hand and slashing out with his sword.
Blood-red sword light shot from the Godslayer Sword, turning into a blood-colored streak ten thousand zhang long as it slashed