Lu Cang's rules were rules. He would never break his own rules.
Anyone who struck at him would either die themselves, kill him, or find that neither could do anything to the other.
In short, if you wanted to live, you had to show your strength.
"Afraid? In all my life, Ye Lin has never feared anyone."
Ye Lin snorted coldly.
"Good, that's it—show me that peerless, invincible bearing of yours."
Lu Cang's eyes lit up as he threw back his head and laughed.
Ye Lin slowly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor before him. He formed a sword gesture with his left hand, lightly placed it against the blade, then slowly slid it upward.
Wherever Ye Lin's fingers passed, a layer of golden flame wrapped itself around the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
The Great Sun Phoenix Flame. Even the original Great Sun Divine Flame had been something he did not dare take head-on; now that it had fused with Phoenix Fire, the Great Sun Phoenix Flame was bound to be even more powerful.
In mere moments, the Great Sun Phoenix Flame had enveloped the entire Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
An incomparable aura erupted around Ye Lin. This time, he was going all out.
Countless strands of immortal fortune power coiled around Ye Lin.
An incomparably terrifying aura continuously spread outward, seeming as though it intended to shatter Lu Cang's invincible will.
"Oh? What a terrifying aura. Only this is worthy of being Lu Cang's opponent. Among the geniuses of this age, there are still some interesting people."
Lu Cang had never been afraid from beginning to end. He merely spoke indifferently, then strode toward Ye Lin step by step.
With every step he took, the aura around him grew denser, and that peculiar