They knew that the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent had long harbored deep grudges against each other, but they had never imagined they ran this deep.
Peerless prodigies who, in the outside world, stood beneath one person and above ten thousand—utterly Unrivaled—were actually cursing each other here like ordinary fishwives in the street. Who wouldn't be shocked by that?
While the two sides continued hurling insults at one another, the outcome in the heavens above was gradually becoming clear.
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, staring coldly at Qin Hua, whose clothes were in tatters and who was coughing up blood without stop.
"Looks like your luck is poor. Today, you are destined to die by my hand."
Ye Lin's voice was slightly cold, yet Qin Hua was not angered. Instead, he burst out laughing.
With a hint of nostalgia, he looked at the long saber in his hand. At last, he casually waved it away. The saber let out waves of mournful cries before turning into a streak of light and vanishing beyond the distant horizon.
"I am not afraid of death. But I fear dying wretchedly, dying without knowing why."
"And today, to be able to die beneath the hands of a powerful man like you, I have no regrets."
"It is only a pity that I will not get to witness a broader heaven and earth. What a pity, what a pity. Blood Baleful, promise me—go higher, and see more beautiful scenery."
After saying that, Qin Hua gave Ye Lin a deep look. Then he closed his eyes. Decaying auras began to emerge from his body, while strands of deathly energy wound around him.
Seeing this, Ye Lin sighed faintly within his heart.
As time passed, all life force vanished from Qin