"Die, old bastard!"
Ye Lin laughed loudly. This time, instead of retreating, he launched a counterattack, charging straight at Lu Yun before him.
"Saint-Falling Fist!"
Lu Yun grinned and likewise charged at Ye Lin.
As his fist shot forth, the Beginningless True Flame on Ye Lin's body traveled along his arm and spread onto Lu Yun's body.
Even as the Beginningless True Flame scorched his skin, Lu Yun showed no intention of backing down. Instead, he actively exchanged blows with Ye Lin, neither yielding an inch.
Lu Yun knew that this time, there was no escaping disaster. Either he killed Ye Lin, or he died himself.
And now, there was only one path: kill Ye Lin, or drag Ye Lin down with him.
That previous punch had already sent Ye Lin's overbearing power of laws spreading from his fist throughout Lu Yun's entire body. Even if he fled now, Ye Lin's laws would still remain within him.
For the next million years—even ten million years—he would never be able to advance another step.
That was even more unbearable than killing him.
Rather than that, he might as well have a proper fight to the death with Ye Lin right now.
"Good, good, good! What a thrill! What a thrill! What a thrill!"
Lu Yun's body was covered in cracks. At a glance, there was not a single intact spot left.
It was not just him. Ye Lin was the same; several cracks had appeared on Ye Lin's Golden Immortal body as well.
This old bastard truly was no joke. Even driven into a dead end, with the mountains exhausted and the waters spent, he could still fight him evenly.
Was this what cultivators of the ancient era were like?
Truly terrifying.
"Saint-Falling Fist!"
Ye Lin roared and threw another punch.