"First Form of the Primeval Sword Art—Primeval Heaven-Opening."
Ye Lin slowly raised the Godslayer Sword.
He no longer wanted to keep playing with these people.
The Godslayer Sword came down. A blood-red sword ray ten thousand zhang long shot from its blade, slashing toward where the monks were most densely gathered.
Wherever the sword ray passed, Buddhist light was annihilated, the void was torn apart, and laws shattered.
"Not good, run!!!"
Five or six monks had no time to dodge and were struck head-on by the sword ray.
The Buddhist light protecting their bodies was like paper before the sword ray, shattering in an instant.
The sword ray swept through their bodies, cleaving them in half at the waist. The cuts were smooth as mirrors as golden blood gushed forth.
Five or six monks, slain by a single sword.
The remaining monks turned deathly pale, the fury in their eyes replaced by terror.
"Th-this... what sword technique is that?"
"His Sword Dao Law... how can it be so powerful?"
"Impossible... how can a first-layer Quasi-Saint possess such strength..."
"This can't be! Why?"
Ye Lin gave them no chance to catch their breath.
His second sword had already fallen.
"Second Form of the Primeval Sword Art—Yin-Yang Division."
Two sword rays, one black and one white, shot from the Godslayer Sword. Twining around each other, they transformed into two Flood Dragons and pounced on several other monks.
The black Flood Dragon bit a first-layer Quasi-Saint monk, and the Law of Yin instantly corroded his entire body.
His body began to rot from within. His flesh turned to pus, his bones to powder. Before he could even scream, he became a puddle of black liquid and fell from the void.
The white Flood Dragon crashed into a second-layer Quasi-Saint monk. The fierce force