"Come."
Qin Hua beckoned, and an incomparably bizarre longsaber appeared in his hand.
The saber's shape was strange. A small ring hung beneath its hilt, while the upper edge of the blade bore rows of notches like the teeth of some vicious beast. Its edge was also exceedingly sharp, glinting with threads of cold light beneath the sun.
Even Ye Lin, with his True Immortal body, could not help but feel a faint chill.
It was a coldness that seeped deep into his bones.
"This saber is an unnamed blade I obtained at the Foundation Establishment realm. It has accompanied me for more than ten thousand years. Over those ten thousand years, it witnessed my growth, and I witnessed its growth."
"Countless prodigies have died beneath it, and the blood of tens of thousands of prodigies stains its blade."
"Normally, I only draw it when facing an opponent worthy of respect."
"And you are fortunate enough to be someone who has seen it. Anyone who sees it must die beneath it."
"You should feel honored to die beneath it."
The aura around Qin Hua began to undergo subtle changes, gradually turning cold and sinister. The surrounding space began to distort faintly as well.
His black hair gradually turned white, and a trace of madness flickered in his eyes.
"Come. Fight."
After speaking, Qin Hua hooked the ring with his right pinky and charged toward Ye Lin. With a flick of his right hand, the longsaber traced a beautiful arc as it shot toward Ye Lin at terrifying speed.
Its target was Ye Lin's neck.
Before the blade even drew close, Ye Lin felt as though the blood throughout his body had frozen, as though it had stopped flowing altogether.
Waves of terrifying Killing Intent surged straight into his mind, making