Even with the Mystic Origin Buddha Body, his junior brother could still kill him.
"Benefactor, make your move."
Qingran pressed his palms together and bowed to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin gripped the Godslayer Sword and watched him silently.
"Senior Sister, are you sure?"
Ye Lin did not make the first move. Instead, he looked at Shen Muge.
Shen Muge had just said that she had not completely severed her seven emotions and six desires.
Once he killed the man before him, his senior sister had better not regret it.
"Kill him."
Shen Muge's answer had not changed. Kill this man.
"Since Senior Sister has made up your mind, then Junior Brother will help you out this once."
Hearing the resolve in Shen Muge's voice, Ye Lin did not ask again.
He raised his head and looked at Qingran.
"Benefactor, please."
Qingran dipped his head slightly, his voice calm as still water, devoid of the slightest ripple.
"Fine."
Ye Lin did not stand on ceremony.
He raised his hand and thrust the Godslayer Sword forward.
A silver-white streak of Sword Qi shot from the tip. Neither too fast nor too slow, neither too heavy nor too light—it was measured precisely as a probe.
The Sword Qi ripped through the void with a faint whistle, flying straight for Qingran's chest.
The Sword Qi sank into the Buddhist light surrounding Qingran.
Then, it vanished.
It was not neutralized, nor was it devoured. It was like a pebble falling into a vast sea, failing to stir even a single splash before completely merging into that golden radiance.
Ye Lin's brow twitched slightly.
Though that Sword Qi had merely been a probe, it still contained his Sword Dao Law.
An ordinary Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator would at least have to retreat three paces before