The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor radiated an aura that made their hearts tremble with fear.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Great Sun Supreme Art."
Ye Lin gave a soft snort. Then, two visions manifested behind him.
One was a blazing sun—a great sun that drove away the darkness and brought hope to those lost in the night, like a dawn ray piercing the black.
The other was thunderbolts, the most unyielding and yang force beneath heaven, a power that made the souls of all evil things tremble.
Two forces that should have repelled one another actually fused together in an incomparably bizarre manner at that moment.
Boom, boom, boom.
Peals of thunder continually exploded behind Ye Lin. The two forces pushed against each other, yet somehow remained in a strange balance.
"Slash."
Ye Lin snorted softly and swung his sword. A great sun carrying thunderbolts descended upon the two men in the distance.
"Attack. This guy won't let us leave."
The three of them had made up their minds to strike together. Ye Lin would never spare them; even if they wanted to flee now, it was already too late.
They might have been able to escape earlier, but it was too late now.
They had been too arrogant before, intending to use that little bald fellow to test Ye Lin's strength. But they no longer thought that way.
Ye Lin's strength had far exceeded their expectations. They had made an incredibly foolish decision.
Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang endlessly through the skies. Thunder flashed around Ye Lin's body one moment, the radiance of the great sun enveloped him the next, and then Blood Baleful filled the air around him, making him seem like the God of Slaughter descended into the world.
"The Great Dao of Balance.