"Let's go. It's time to do what we came here to do."
Watching Ye Lin leave, Liu Bai turned and departed as well. He had not come here specifically to find Ye Lin; after all, he was not that idle.
"Damn it. I never expected a Heavenly Immortal to be lying in ambush beneath Central City at such a critical moment. If I hadn't had a teleportation talisman, I would've died there."
"But even that trace of pressure made me feel incredibly terrible."
Amid the wilderness, Liu Zhen's clothes were tattered. Bracing himself against a nearby tree, he continued to cough up blood. That aftermath had nearly crushed him to death.
"Whew, it's time to go. I've got the item. Now Nannan can cultivate with me too."
Touching the item in his robes, Liu Zhen revealed a faint smile.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, Liu Zhen spun around in alarm, staring behind him. A masked figure clad entirely in blood-red garments, radiating an incomparably dense killing intent, was walking toward him step by step.
"Not bad vigilance. Unfortunately... a young prodigy?"
Ye Lin's voice rang out. Before Liu Zhen could say another word, a bloody hole appeared in his forehead. His expression remained unchanged as his body fell stiffly to the ground.
Beneath Liu Zhen's corpse, the cry of a sword resounded. The entire broken sword trembled as countless streams of Sword Qi spread out.
"Behave yourself. You're just a broken sword."
Ye Lin snorted coldly and grabbed the broken sword in one hand. It immediately stopped struggling.
Boom.
All of a sudden, dark clouds filled the previously cloudless sky. Peals of thunder shook heaven and earth, while the trees throughout the surrounding forest swayed violently.
Ye Lin looked up at the sky. He could already sense it—the world around him loathed