The void was torn apart, and terrifying astral winds scattered in every direction. Ye Lin and Yan Batian both rapidly retreated.
Yan Batian held his spear and calmly looked at Ye Lin, while a trace of crimson blood trickled from the corner of Ye Lin's mouth.
"Not bad."
Yan Batian looked at Ye Lin with appreciation. From beginning to end, he had worn that same expression, and it made Ye Lin's skin crawl.
Yet in truth, the hand Yan Batian held behind his back, gripping the spear, was trembling slightly. Even he had been shocked by that exchange just now.
He had underestimated this man in the end.
Ye Lin wiped the blood from his lips and forcibly suppressed the churning blood and qi rising within him.
He was certain that although Yan Batian's expression remained unchanged, he was definitely not feeling well.
That sword strike of his was not so easy to take.
"I've changed my mind. Follow me, and I'll take you to higher heavens, to a broader world, and let you witness sights you have never seen before."
"If you are willing to follow me, the grievances between you and me will be wiped clean with a single stroke."
Yan Batian looked at Ye Lin, sincerity in his voice.
Ye Lin sneered inwardly. Realizing that he would not be easy to deal with, was Yan Batian changing tactics?
Follow him? The offer was indeed quite tempting.
But for Ye Lin, one walked one's own path. Even if he died, he would never follow anyone.
He could die, but he only hoped to die upon the path of seeking the Dao.
Following another? That was never Ye Lin's intention.
"You talk too much. Kill me, or..."
Halfway through speaking, Ye Lin seemed to be gathering something. He slowly