Lu Ye's head ached, but his movements were anything but hesitant.
The distance between them rapidly closed. The Corpse Race cultivator had clearly sensed Lu Ye's hostile intent, yet he did not take him seriously at all. To a Dao Integration cultivator like him, even without any external force to draw upon here, his own strength alone was not something a cultivator of this starry sky could contend with.
As their gazes met, the Corpse Race cultivator's eyes brimmed with disdain and contempt. He casually threw a punch at Lu Ye.
Lu Ye drew his saber. At that moment, the Dao Power throughout his body surged into a furious boil. All three hundred and ninety strands erupted without the slightest restraint.
With the additional boost of the Crag Mountain Saber's thirty strands of power, this slash was undoubtedly Lu Ye's strongest strike to date.
Not to mention the killing power granted by the three Divine Edge Dao Patterns.
He knew the enemy would underestimate him, so this first strike was absolutely his best chance to achieve something. If he missed it, it would be difficult to produce the same result afterward.
There was another reason as well: he did not know exactly how strong his enemy was! This was his all-out eruption, but it was also a probe.
In the next instant, the results of that probe became clear.
The instant Lu Ye's saber came down, the Corpse Race cultivator sensed that something was wrong. He truly had not regarded Lu Ye as a threat. As a Dao Integration cultivator who had entered this starry sky, what could possibly endanger him?
In his ingrained understanding, everything in this starry sky was his to take at will. The only thing that could harm him was the backlash that arose when refining