"Thunder Roars, Heaven Crumbles."
The golden-robed cultivator's lips moved slightly. Violent lightning suddenly flashed all over his body, wrapping him completely. Bolts of lightning endlessly surged from his right fist, carrying power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
He turned directly into a streak of lightning and charged at Ye Lin. As he threw a punch, thunder roared and heaven shook.
In the blink of an eye, the golden-robed cultivator had reached Ye Lin. His fist smashed toward him, and even the air carried a faint scent of scorching.
"Domain, open."
Ye Lin held Bai Ling upright before him, then twisted the sword. In an instant, the surrounding world turned blood-red, while Ye Lin himself appeared in the distance, evading the golden-robed cultivator's fatal blow.
"Where... is this? What did you do? What kind of method is this?"
The golden-robed cultivator stood quietly in midair. His golden robes fluttered without wind, his clothes snapping in the air, making him look incomparably dashing.
"You don't know?"
Ye Lin was somewhat surprised. This man actually did not know about domains? He had already reached the Great Immortal Realm—if he did not know, he should at least have heard of them, right?
Yet the golden-robed cultivator before him seemed as though he had never seen a domain before.
As he thought, the corners of Ye Lin's lips gradually rose.
"Oh? Must I know every method you possess? Fine. No matter what method it is, I need only shatter it with absolute power."
As he spoke, the golden-robed cultivator suddenly laughed. Then his entire body became a bolt of golden lightning as he rushed at Ye Lin.
He realized that he had been talking a little too much today. He was supposed to be a killer without emotions—talking too much was the gravest mistake