The divine light protecting his body flickered violently, letting out a brittle crack under unbearable strain. His face was filled with the ashen despair of someone who had accepted his fate.
He had withstood only two blows before being completely suppressed. There was no chance of stirring up any more trouble; his life and death were entirely in that young man's hands...
But Tan Lin paid him no heed.
Before everyone's eyes, the young man's left hand had emerged from his sleeve at some unknown moment. With two fingers held together like a sword, he lightly tapped the void.
Whoosh!
A glimmer overflowing with endless murderous intent burst from his sleeve, finally shooting forth from his fingertips.
The next moment.
Clang!!!
A crisp sword cry brimming with boundless killing intent rang out from Tan Lin's sleeve, shaking the entire Divine Domain.
Immediately after,
The phantom of an ancient formation diagram flashed out from his cuff.
Though it was merely a fleeting glimpse, the terrifying aura that seemed capable of severing everything and forcing all the myriad laws of heaven and earth to retreat made everyone's hearts tighten once more!
Whoosh...
Then, along with the appearance of the formation diagram's phantom, came four incomparably powerful streams of sword qi, each with a completely different aura.
The four streams of sword qi silently shot out from Tan Lin's Universe in the Sleeve, accurately streaking toward the dozens of lights rushing in from several directions around Divine Mountain.
The owners of those escaping lights were all old monsters with profound cultivation and obscure auras.
Yet even so, under the wild onslaught of those four streams of sword qi,
Bang... Bang...
Pfft!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft...
The sounds of sharp blades slicing through leather rang out almost simultaneously.
Several cultivators who had charged to the