As his words fell, Ye Lin extended his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the remaining six vengeful souls.
These fellows did not even qualify to make him serious, much less to make him draw upon the Sword Dao.
Within his palm, a golden vortex slowly turned. It contained the power of Chaos from when heaven and earth first opened; within it, the Great Dao of the Five Elements rose and perished, while the laws of time and space flowed in endless circulation.
This was the holy might of a quasi-saint, the manifestation of Ye Lin's own strength.
Every quasi-saint cultivator possessed quasi-saint holy might.
"Perish."
One word.
The golden vortex abruptly swelled, transforming into a golden torrent that devoured heaven and earth as it swept toward the six vengeful souls.
Wherever the torrent passed, space was annihilated, time froze, and all matter and energy were broken down into their source particles.
"Go! Fight him to the death!"
"We have no way out! Kill him!"
"Kill!"
"Charge! Kill him!"
The six vengeful souls went all out.
They burned the remnants of their Dragon Soul origins, six dragons becoming one and transforming into a colossal dragon shadow that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, crashing toward the golden torrent.
This was their final desperate gamble—burning everything in exchange for a single strike.
The golden torrent collided with the colossal dragon shadow with a thunderous crash.
There was no explosion, no shockwave.
The golden torrent silently swallowed the dragon shadow, like an ocean swallowing a grain of sand.
The howls of the six vengeful souls grew fainter and fainter within the torrent before vanishing completely.
Three breaths later, the golden torrent dispersed.
Only silence remained in the Void.
All seven True Dragon vengeful souls had been put to death.
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