And as long as Ye Lin was slain, everything would be over.
As long as Ye Lin was slain, everything would draw to a close.
So he had come to slay Ye Lin, to battle Ye Lin.
As long as he killed Ye Lin, the glory he gained would be beyond anyone's compare.
His status among the Stowaways would become unshakable.
"Interesting."
Sensing the immense pressure emanating from Li Xiaocheng, Ye Lin drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor from behind his back. With a tremor from the sword, the white cloth wrapped around it exploded into pieces.
The white cloth fluttered through the sky. Once it had scattered away, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor revealed its true appearance.
A Long Sword that looked as though it had been dyed in blood was held in Ye Lin's hand, trails of crimson Blood Baleful qi burning across its blade.
"It is all because of you. As long as you die, everything can come to an end."
Now that they were close, Li Xiaocheng swung his spear. Its violent force crushed the space before Ye Lin outright, and an incomparable oppressive force bore down on him head-on.
Ye Lin abruptly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor before him. In an instant, the terrifying force sent him flying.
"When I was born, heaven and earth displayed strange phenomena. Ten thousand spears cried in unison, and ancient sages came to celebrate my birth."
Li Xiaocheng attacked once more. The spear in his hand seemed to come alive, winding and flowing freely through his grasp like a roaming Dragon.
"Since childhood, I tempered my sinews and bones. By the age of ten, I already possessed strength comparable to a ferocious beast, enough to smash a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator to