"Are you really determined to leave no room for reconciliation?"
A voice brimming with fury rang out. Clearly, Ye Lin's actions had thoroughly enraged Wang Qingxian as well.
"I'm the one leaving no room? It seems you've got that backward, haven't you? Wasn't it you who took the initiative to block off my path?"
"Today, I will kill you. There's nothing to discuss."
With a wave of his hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor suddenly appeared in Ye Lin's grasp.
At this moment, he was determined to kill Wang Qingxian before him. No one could stop him.
"Good, good, good. Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."
Wang Qingxian's voice came through, heavy with suppressed rage.
Wang Qingxian was, after all, a renowned powerhouse. Even throughout the entire Third Region, she was a figure of great fame, and she had founded the Immortal-Slaying Sect with her own hands.
And yet now, she had been forced into such a state by a junior. Did he truly think Wang Qingxian had no temper at all?
For a moment, endless power of laws gathered within the Starry Sky, and branch after branch shot toward Ye Lin with killing intent.
"Hmph."
Ye Lin merely snorted coldly, then fiercely swung the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand. Streams of terrifyingly sharp sword radiance spread in all directions.
When the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor struck the branches, it actually gave off a series of metallic clangs.
"Such hard branches."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes. Wang Qingxian's true body was this enormous peach tree, but its defensive power was simply far too terrifying.
"Junior, I gave you face, yet you refused to accept it. Then die here today."
Wang Qingxian's frenzied voice rang out as densely packed branches