Xuan Ming's move had indeed caught him off guard, but so what?
"However, I know how to wield fate as well."
With a flick of Ye Lin's hand, a dense and majestic tide of fate enveloped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
Moreover, this power of fate was stronger and purer than Xuan Ming's.
At the sight of this, Xuan Ming's previously smug expression fell. He seemed to have forgotten something—when it came to fate, Ye Lin appeared to be the true expert.
From the very beginning, Ye Lin had been plundering the fate of the entire Demon Domain. Although Xuan Ming had suppressed the fate of Golden Immortal factions and possessed incomparably abundant fate himself, compared to Ye Lin, it was truly like a witch before a giant.
"Great Sun Supreme Art, Great Sun Descends."
Seeing Xuan Ming's fallen expression, Ye Lin's lips curled upward. With a beckoning motion, a phantom of a great sun appeared in his hand.
The phantom great sun floated above his palm, radiating incomparably scorching light.
"You should know what it means to fight me. Either you die, or I die."
"So don't hold back, and don't treat this like a game. This time, I'm getting serious. On the battlefield, there is no such thing as sentiment."
Ye Lin spoke with a solemn expression. Upon hearing this, Xuan Ming, standing opposite him, finally lost any inclination to fool around, his face turning grave as well.
If their earlier exchanges had merely been probing and play, then this would be a true battle of life and death.
The fact that Xuan Tian had sent him here meant that only two endings awaited him.
Either he would kill Ye Lin and return in glory, revered by countless people, or he would die and vanish from