The fierce wind howled, making Su Yi's bloodstained robes flap violently.
He seemed wholly unaware of how grave his injuries were. He took out a wine jug, raised it in his hand, and offered Yan Daolin a toast from afar.
"You and the Tailor were never of the same path. I understand that."
With that, Su Yi tipped back his head and took a deep drink.
Yan Daolin's gaze turned subtle. He could not help but burst into laughter, seeming immensely gratified and moved. "To have you, the Temple Master, as my enemy in this life is the fortune of Yan Daolin!"
With that, he tore through the air and charged forth.
His entire body became like a sword, while all his cultivation, essence, and spirit burst into blazing flames.
Everyone was stunned. None had expected that, at this moment, Yan Daolin would burn away his life and cultivation to settle things with the Temple Master once and for all!
How terrifying would the self-detonation of a top-tier Divine Infant Realm expert be?
Boom!
The heavens thundered, and the void exploded.
Everyone's eyes stung, their hearts oppressed. In a daze, they saw only Yan Daolin transform into a sword, soaring across the sky and slashing down upon the mortal realm.
Yet Su Yi merely sighed softly. Only when Yan Daolin came charging in did he raise the Mortal Realm Sword and suppress him from above.
Bang!!!
That stretch of void instantly fell into chaos.
The divine flames bursting from Yan Daolin's body gradually dimmed and went out.
Only then did people see clearly that Yan Daolin had been pinned three feet before Su Yi. His body was like cracked porcelain, crumbling away inch by inch!
The entire audience was shaken, every pair of eyes widened.
Even at the price of