"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Yan Ting."
Ye Lin put away Divine Evolution, turned around, and returned to where he had been standing.
Everything seemed as though it had never happened.
He had waited until now to make his move not to show off, but to determine whether he could truly kill that monster.
After all, the aura of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm just now had been real.
The gap between the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm and the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm was enormous—an uncrossable chasm.
If that monster had truly been at the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, he would not have stepped in. There would have been no point, and he might very well have died there himself.
Yet after observing for a long while, Ye Lin discovered that although the fellow possessed the pressure of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, it did not possess the true strength of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
It could only be considered a Pseudo Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
It could be killed.
So he made his move.
One sword strike erased it.
He was an exceedingly selfish person. He only did things he was sure of and never took risks.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin is terrifying indeed."
"So he was the one who had hidden himself the deepest. This strength makes me tremble."
"What a terrifying sword strike. Under that strike, I could not even open my eyes. How could I speak of resisting it?"
"Terrifying indeed."
"It seems he is the true trump card of our Origin Continent."
"Impressive."
Watching Ye Lin's retreating figure, the cultivators voiced their heartfelt admiration and awe.
When they had first met Ye Lin, although they had not shown anything on the surface, they had still looked down on him inwardly.
After all, Ye Lin had come