Ye Lin slowly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand.
For a moment, the great suns and moons around him suddenly began to riot. The nine great suns merged into one, which hovered above the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
"Radiant Sun Descends Upon Heaven."
As Ye Lin spoke, a Three-Legged Golden Crow appeared upon the surface of the great sun. Its phantom continuously screeched within the sun.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow was born within the great sun and was the spirit of the great sun.
There was another saying—that the Three-Legged Golden Crow was the divine bird of the sun.
At this moment, the phantom of the Three-Legged Golden Crow was composed entirely of Beginningless True Flame.
Beginningless True Flame—if even a Golden Immortal expert were touched by it, there would be only one road: death. And today, he had pushed the Great Sun Supreme Art to its absolute limit, supplemented by Beginningless True Flame.
This sword strike was enough to make the entire world pale in comparison.
"What terrifying power."
In the distance, Jiang Chenfeng narrowed his eyes after sensing the incomparably dense Great Sun Laws in the air, his heart filled with shock.
At this moment, even the hand holding his spear was trembling.
This sword strike would kill him.
"Playing tricks before me? What haven't I, Jiang Chenfeng, seen? What haven't I experienced?"
"Today, watch as I cut you down beneath my spear."
Jiang Chenfeng snorted coldly, sounding as though he were bolstering his own courage.
"Nine Dragons Contend for the Throne."
Suddenly, immortal power surged wildly around Jiang Chenfeng, and endless immortal power began gathering within the spear in his hand.
The spear, which had already emitted a faint silver glow, now erupted with unparalleled radiance, its light blazing brilliantly.