Voices of discussion rose one after another, but they did not affect the two battling high in the heavens in the slightest.
Boom, boom, boom.
The two continuously unleashed full-force attacks, shockwaves spreading in all directions and forcing the watching beings to retreat again and again.
After the two had battled for so long, more and more beings had gathered around them. Every one of them watched the fight without moving, afraid of missing even the smallest detail.
"Ha ha ha! This is great! Again!"
Demonic energy surged around Mo Xin as he laughed heartily, while Ye Lin casually shook out his numbed arm.
This fellow's physique was indeed formidable. He had used a pair of iron fists to meet the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor head-on without falling even slightly behind. He truly was powerful.
"This sword—Reminiscence."
The next moment, without a moment's hesitation, Ye Lin pointed a finger. A tiny sword invisible to the naked eye shot into Mo Xin's glabella.
The instant the tiny sword entered his glabella, Mo Xin's eyes became vacant and devoid of spirit, his body standing rigidly in place.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art. With this sword of mine, I shall sweep away all evil and sever it."
Thunderlight blazed around Ye Lin, bolts of lightning coiling about his body, while thunderous power flickered within his eyes.
Boom, boom, boom.
Continuous thunderous blasts rang out from the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor as strands of purple Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, bearing mysterious Dao rhythms, wound around its blade.
"Sever."
A sword radiance that stunned the entire world flashed forth, and everyone felt the heavens and earth before them turn white.
This single sword strike robbed the entire world of color. Even with their eyes wide open, they could see nothing