"Why... why did he save me?"
Chu Ling sat on the ground, gazing at that peerless figure in the sky as she murmured to herself.
She clearly did not know that person, so why had he saved her?
They had clearly been complete strangers, so why was he willing to fight the people of the Great Peace Holy Sect for her sake?
The Great Peace Holy Sect was notoriously infamous. At the mere mention of its name, everyone wished they could stay as far away as possible, which showed just how overwhelming the sect's influence was.
It was an existence that ordinary heavenly geniuses simply did not dare provoke.
"As expected of Ye Lin. Such combat strength truly earns our admiration."
Lu Chen laughed heartily in the heavens. Although there was a terrifying sword wound across his chest, it did not affect his appreciation of Ye Lin.
Facing the combined attacks of all four of them alone without falling into the slightest disadvantage—such strength and talent were more than enough to earn their respect.
"You flatter me."
Ye Lin smiled faintly as well. The four before him were fairly capable, and when it came to true opponents, he did not mind exchanging a few more words.
"What's there to talk to him about? No matter how dazzling he is, he'll only end up as a dead soul beneath my blade."
The young man beside Lu Chen spoke with a face full of disdain. Before Lu Chen could even react, he had already charged toward Ye Lin.
"Sword Nine, Split... the Heavens."
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor horizontally before his chest, gripping the hilt with his right hand while forming a sword finger with his left and slowly drawing it across the blade.
Everywhere Ye Lin's