At this moment, Lu Cang's eyes were filled with disdain. Earlier, he had thought Ye Lin was a talent worth cultivating. With such combat strength, Ye Lin would have been enough to earn his admiration even among the prodigies of the present age.
But now, Ye Lin could no longer earn his respect. Cultivating One Breath Becomes Three Purities—his life was already over.
Even if Ye Lin were killed by his hand now, Lu Cang would feel that it dirtied his hands.
"Oh? So what? No matter how little future I have, it's still better than you, isn't it?"
Ye Lin raised a brow and smiled. Even if you paint me as utterly worthless, you'll still be the one who dies in the end, won't you?
I merely have no future. And you? You have to die now.
"A lousy formation thinks it can trap me? You really don't take me seriously enough."
Lu Cang said flatly.
"Then let me show you why, in my era, I became the greatest nightmare lurking deep within the hearts of all prodigies."
As Lu Cang finished speaking, two golden chains suddenly shot out from the void. They coiled around his fists and even wound around his arms.
"Who's coming?"
Lu Cang raised his brows as he looked at the four people around him.
"I'll give it a try."
Xiaoyao laughed heartily. Through his memories, he had already learned roughly how strong Lu Cang was—stronger than himself—but he still wanted to test him personally.
"Great River Sword descends from the heavens—slash."
Xiaoyao rose with unrestrained grace. The sound of rushing river water echoed around him, and droplets of water appeared behind him amid the roaring current.
In the blink of an eye, the droplets behind him had grown densely packed.
"Go."
Xiaoyao drew the