"Fellow Daoist, you're quite strong. Since you want to have some fun, I'll play along with you."
Li Xiaoyao, who had been waiting for death, abruptly opened his eyes. He saw Ye Lin standing before him, one hand clasped behind his back while the other blocked the massive sword.
"Rest for now. Leave the rest to me."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, no matter how unwilling Li Xiaoyao felt, he obediently withdrew.
He truly no longer had the strength to fight again.
Ye Lin looked at the massive sword blocked before him, then suddenly waved his hand. The giant sword flew straight back toward Jian Changfeng.
Jian Changfeng grabbed the hilt and drove the massive sword directly into the ground at his feet.
"Oh? You want to play with me? Are you up to it?"
"I held back against him just now, but that doesn't mean I'll hold back against you too."
"If you want to live, leave behind the Water Spring Crystal, and you may live. This is the last chance I'm giving you."
After Jian Changfeng spoke, a chilling killing intent flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
Who could endure being threatened to their face like that?
"Fellow Daoist, will you go first, or shall I?"
Jian Changfeng raised his brows at Ye Lin, his face full of provocation.
From beginning to end, he had never taken Ye Lin or his group seriously.
"Do you really think that, after things have come this far, it still matters who goes first?"
With a beckoning motion from Ye Lin, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor suddenly appeared in his hand.
Things had already reached this point, yet they were still discussing who would go first?
What a joke.
"Hahaha, well said. Then let me see just how much you're capable of."