"Fellow Daoist, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wang Feng."
After speaking, Wang Feng casually beckoned with his right hand. The air beside him surged violently, and from within the highly compressed air, he forcibly drew out a long saber.
An exceedingly savage aura radiated from the saber. Its mere presence made the surrounding space tremble.
"You killed the geniuses of our Human Race and destroyed Eastern Radiance City. Today is the day you die."
Ye Lin placed a hand behind his back and slowly drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. For a moment, their gazes met in midair, and waves of terrifying battle intent rose between them.
"Oh? You want to kill me? Then let's see whether you have the ability."
Wang Feng merely smiled faintly.
Watching that peerless figure in the distance, Zhao Zilong's eyes shone with admiration. This was his idol—this was the idol of Rogue Cultivators across the world, Ye Lin.
Go!
For a moment, Zhao Zilong silently cheered Ye Lin on in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist, may I know how to address you?"
Wang Feng did not rush to make a move, instead asking softly.
"Weren't you here for me this time? Now that I'm standing right in front of you, you don't recognize me instead?"
Ye Lin raised a brow as he looked at Wang Feng.
"Oh? Ye Lin? A battle in the heavens."
Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, dangerous auras radiating from his body.
As long as he slew Ye Lin, he could seize Ye Lin's fortune and rightfully bear the fortune of the Human Race.
A pillow delivered just when I was dozing off. I was worrying about where to find Ye Lin, yet Ye Lin came knocking on my door himself. It seemed that in this