"I want to see just how many times you can use that bizarre technique of yours."
A flash of lightning vanished from Ye Lin's eyes.
Ye Lin slowly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand, its blade wrapped in streak after streak of terrifying lightning.
"Great Sun, Abyss Descent."
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Break."
The next moment, a beam of light illuminated heaven and earth. Golden radiance spilled freely across the world, completely suppressing the blood-red glow emanating from Lu Chen.
Behind Ye Lin, the phantom of a great sun hovered silently, while nine phantom great suns revolved around the tip of the long sword in his hand.
Terrifying lightning coiled around the blade as well.
Even the sky changed color. Purple lightning as thick as water barrels roamed endlessly across the firmament, unleashing peals of thunder.
"Slash."
The power of Ye Lin's immortal fortune poured forth as though it cost nothing. This sword strike was the ultimate strike, a strike carrying all of Ye Lin's strength.
At this moment, merely the lingering might of the Sword Qi was enough to make the surrounding space crack apart and reform, reform and crack apart.
At the sight of this sword, the eyelids of all three men, Lu Chen included, twitched wildly. This... seemed to be beyond the syllabus, didn't it?
Just one look at the brilliance of this sword made their eyes ache sharply. Forget blocking it.
"Run, now!"
Lu Chen immediately dispersed the Dharma manifestation behind him. Why the hell was he still putting on airs? The power of this sword was on par with a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal—none below that realm could withstand it.
If they still stood there foolishly at a time like this, then they would truly be idiots.