"Slash."
Ye Lin had no intention of wasting words with him. The moment he arrived, he swung his sword.
The old man merely stretched out a withered arm and grabbed the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
"Little brat, your strength is a bit lacking."
The old man let out a sinister cackle, while Ye Lin was utterly shocked inside.
He knew there was a gap between himself and a half-step Golden Immortal, but he had never expected the gap to be this vast.
He had caught his sword strike with his bare hand?
"Little brat, train harder."
The old man released the blade, then lightly slapped Ye Lin's chest with his palm.
That seemingly weightless palm strike made Ye Lin feel as though he had been rammed head-on by a warship. His insides churned like overturned rivers and seas, and he was sent flying backward.
"Little brat, you're not bad. At least unlike the two cowards I met, you know how to fight back."
Before he even landed, the old man's eerie laughter rang in his ears.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Ye Lin shouted, twisting his body and swiftly putting distance between himself and the old man.
There was something very wrong with this old man.
"Monster? Hehehe, this ancestor isn't some monster."
The old man cackled and took a step forward.
Under Ye Lin's incredulous gaze, the old man instantly appeared before him.
He was so fast that even Ye Lin could not react.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Break."
In an instant, terrifying thunder power wrapped around the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, and a bolt of thunder Sword Qi tore through the void.
The old man merely reached out calmly, shattering the Sword Qi before him with a single slap.
But