"Time Stop."
"The surging river shakes heaven and earth—slash."
Ye Lin's voice drifted over calmly. In an instant, the old man's body froze motionless in midair, and even the space around him was suspended.
Yet the next moment, the old man broke free. It had lasted only one second, but for cultivators of their level, one second was a matter of life and death.
The next instant, Ye Lin's Sword Qi had already arrived above his head.
"Destruction Rule, Time Rule... You truly deserve to be someone who was directly admitted as an Inner Sect disciple."
The old man retreated at top speed, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. His hands then flew through the air, sending countless palm imprints crashing forward.
But the instant those palm imprints touched the Sword Qi, they were blasted apart.
"Time Stop."
Ye Lin's voice came again. Caught off guard, the old man's body stalled—and that single pause sent him flying backward.
A terrifying bloody gash appeared across his chest.
"Seventh Sword, One Sword Sweeps Nine Provinces."
Before he could catch his breath, Ye Lin's voice descended from the nine heavens. A strand of Sword Qi brimming with the aura of the Destruction Sword Dao Rule slashed toward him, and within it, the faint roar of rushing river water could be heard.
This was Ye Lin's first attempt at fusing the Destruction Rule with the Great River Sword Dao Rule.
"Damn it, Myriad Demon Seeds, go."
The old man's expression turned incomparably grim the instant he saw that Sword Qi. If he took it head-on, even if it did not kill him, it would leave him crippled.
The next moment, countless clones appeared before Ye Lin, densely packed across the ground. The old man's true body was concealed among them.
But in the next instant, those