"Gulp."
At the utterly staggering sight before them, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others swallowed in unison.
They watched the figure slowly descend from the sky, his expression unchanged, their awe reaching its peak.
Terrifying!
This was nothing short of divine punishment!
"Let's go. Time to head back."
Lin Ye landed, brushed nonexistent dust off his hands, and spoke calmly.
It was as though destroying a sect with a thousand years of history meant no more to him than taking a stroll—hardly worth mentioning.
"That's... it?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, still wanting more.
She had expected an earth-shattering battle, but this was all they got?
Lin Ye had wiped out everyone on the other side with a single move?
Wasn't that a little too fast?
"What else did you expect?" Lin Ye pinched her cheek in amusement.
"What more do you want? Would it only be satisfying if we fought for three days and nights and tore heaven and earth apart?"
"I just didn't want to wear you out, my Big Cat."
"Who... who said I was worried about you getting tired? I just think... they got off too easily!" Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed, but she refused to admit it.
"Don't worry. They didn't." Lin Ye's gaze turned cold.
"Having their souls utterly destroyed was already the finest package they could possibly enjoy."
"All right, don't dwell on it." Lin Ye took her hand, then glanced back at Bibi Dong and the elders, whose faces bore a variety of expressions, and said calmly:
"Teacher, let's head back."
"Mm." Bibi Dong nodded and gave Lin Ye a long look before turning first and flying back the way they had come.
The others immediately followed.
Soon, all that remained of the former entrance to the Clear Sky Sect was deathly silence