Outside the great hall, within the Void.
Ye Lin held the Godslayer Sword, his expression indifferent as he looked at the twenty-eight monks surrounding him.
Oh, no—that was wrong. There were twenty-seven. One of them was already dead.
"Come on, a bunch of ants."
Ye Lin looked utterly relaxed.
Honestly, even all twenty-seven of them together did not put as much pressure on him as Ning Yi alone.
In fact, even combined, they were no match for that Holy Clan bloodline bearer from the Chaos Ancient Clan.
Weak. Truly, far too weak.
"Impudence!"
The instant Ye Lin's words fell, twenty-seven furious roars exploded amid the Buddhist light like thunderclaps.
The leading old monk was named Yuantong, an Inner Sect disciple of Great Forest Chan Temple whose cultivation had already reached the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
Clad in a golden kasaya and wielding a demon-subduing vajra, his face was bronzed, his brows sharp as if carved by a blade, and golden fury burned within his eyes.
He had lived for over a hundred thousand years and cultivated the Buddhist Dharma all this time, yet he had never been treated with such contempt.
"Benefactor, you killed my fellow disciples, and now you dare run wild within my Great Forest Chan Temple!"
Yuantong's voice rang like a great bronze bell, shaking the Buddhist light into ripples and making the Void tremble.
"If I let you leave Great Forest Chan Temple alive today, then I, Yuantong, swear I am no man!"
Ye Lin glanced at him, the corners of his lips lifting into a half-smile.
"You were never a man to begin with. You're a monk."
Yuantong's face flushed the color of pig liver.
"You brat, you court death!"
Yuantong's junior brother Yuanji, who possessed cultivation at the Second Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, had the