If he was no match for Ye Lin in his prime, was he really going to be no match for a severely wounded Ye Lin?
If Ye Lin truly wanted to hunt him down to the end, he would drag Ye Lin down with him even if it cost him his life. He simply did not believe Ye Lin would dare risk his life just to cut him down.
"What you say is true, but the moment you struck at me, you and I became enemies, and I am never merciful to enemies."
Ye Lin raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor slightly and smiled calmly. At the same time, the nine long swords suppressing the surrounding space also began to vibrate slightly, and then nine sword cries rang out across the entire sky in unison.
Nine extremely aesthetic arcs appeared in the firmament, and then they plunged into the sword box one after another.
"In that case, pardon my offense. Even if I die, I will make you regret this."
Ye Lin said with a face full of anger. Ye Lin was dead set on killing him today, so he no longer needed to hide anything.
"Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation, open."
As Ye Tian let out an angry roar, a golden divine elephant appeared behind him, and the void all around him emitted wave after wave of unbearable groaning sounds.
As Ye Tian took a step forward, the gigantic manifestation behind him also took a step forward, and an aura that defied verbal description radiated across the entire field.
For a moment, space itself froze.
"Sword Nine, Heaven-Sundering."
Ye Lin raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, its blood-red blade resting before him. As the long sword in his hand flowed, wave after wave of terrifyingly supreme portents appeared