Ye Lin merely gripped the hilt calmly, mystical and profound Dao rhythms emanating from all around him. The Dao rhythms coiled around the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, and in the next moment, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was restored to its former state.
"Slash."
Ye Lin brought the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor down with savage force. Riiip...
A terrifying peal of thunder rang out as thunderbolts filling the sky swept forth, carrying heaven-shaking Sword Intent.
The entire world was saturated with incomparably violent Sword Qi.
Feeling the power overhead, everyone sprawled on the ground did not dare move a muscle. At this moment, there was only one thought in their hearts.
This was a True Immortal cultivator? You're telling me this was a True Immortal cultivator?
Involuntarily, everyone turned their gazes toward the elderly man lying in the distance.
Without question, that old man was a peak True Immortal cultivator. Yet he too lay on the ground like a dog, not daring to move, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang out continuously above the Ninth Heaven, streaks of light flashing one after another.
The sky seemed to have erupted into an immense fireworks display, breathtakingly beautiful.
Such a magnificent sight could be seen with perfect clarity even from a million li away.
Yet at this moment, not a single person had the heart to admire it.
"Senior Brother, you have to win. You have to win."
On the roof of a house below, a little girl with her hair tied into two buns sat on the eaves, her clasped hands pressed to her chest as she prayed silently.
She did not dare open her eyes to watch. She could only cheer for her senior brother in her own way.
"Junior Sister,