"Come."
Lu Cang reacted with astonishing speed, his fists swinging without pause.
His pair of iron fists continuously shook the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor—using his flesh-and-blood body to confront a supreme artifact head-on?
Even Ye Lin was utterly shocked for a moment. What kind of monster was this man?
It was his first time seeing someone so unreasonable, so overwhelmingly domineering.
Even he could not help but feel alarmed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each time the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor struck those iron fists, thunderous booms rang out. Every time the sword descended, its entire blade let out a trembling hum.
For a moment, even Ye Lin's arms shook uncontrollably.
"Not bad. You've got some substance."
Lu Cang smiled, then grabbed the blade of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. Under Ye Lin's incredulous gaze, Lu Cang simply seized the sword's blade with his hand.
The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was a supreme artifact. Its sharpness alone was enough to slice apart the body of a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
Yet this man before him was using the body of a True Immortal to receive the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor head-on?
This physical defense was far beyond merely terrifying.
Did that mean the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor could not break this man's defenses at all?
Was that not a little too shocking?
A dignified supreme artifact could not even break the defenses of a True Immortal cultivator?
And this was purely physical defense.
"Come."
The more Lu Cang fought, the braver he became, and the aura around him grew increasingly powerful.
He abruptly tugged on the blade of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his grasp, pulling Ye Lin's entire body toward him.
He had long been prepared.