You Are a Sword Cultivator!
As Yin Jiuling pressed one palm against the void, Lin Yibing's chest was struck by what felt like a thousand-jin force. His body was instantly sent flying, crashing down a thousand meters away and smashing a huge crater into the ground.
Within the crater, Lin Yibing lay on the ground, barely clinging to life. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he muttered, "How is this possible... How is this possible..."
Yin Jiuling had suddenly struck Lin Yibing half to death with a single palm, provoking a collective cry of shock from the martial artists on the ninth level and the experts within Exiled Immortal City.
"He actually defeated Lin Yibing with one palm?"
"Something's not right. Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing fought for hundreds of exchanges just now, and neither had the upper hand. Why was Lin Yibing defeated by a single palm?"
Many martial artists spoke in incomprehension.
Just now, they had seen Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing battle evenly, both of them handling the fight with ease. Yet no one had expected Lin Yibing to suffer a crushing defeat in an instant. They simply could not understand what had happened.
Xie Changqing and Zi Donglai looked toward Yin Jiuling. Xie Changqing smiled faintly and said, "Looks like Yin Jiuling has had enough of playing around."
Zi Donglai chuckled. "Yeah, he's had enough."
"I said it long ago. In the battle between Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing, the main question was when Yin Jiuling would get tired of playing around. Whenever he did, that would be when he could defeat Lin Yibing!"
Zi Donglai and Xie Changqing smiled faintly as they spoke.
After casually sending Lin Yibing flying with a single palm, Yin Jiuling's lifeless eyes turned toward the sword rushing at Lin