"I'm close with Xu Feng? Who said that?"
The moment those words fell, the air all around sank into silence. A glint of killing intent flashed through the eyes of Xu Feng, who had a Long Sword held to his throat, before he concealed it perfectly.
As though nothing had happened, he turned to face Ye Lin before him.
"Ye Lin, why are you making this kind of joke with me at such an important occasion?"
"Your joke really isn't funny."
Xu Feng looked at Ye Lin with a smile that did not reach his eyes. Beside them, Gu Qingzhi held Xinyou and silently watched the scene unfold.
Even now, she still could not completely determine whether Ye Lin was right, or whether the Xu Feng before her was fake. It was impossible to tell.
"Heh, do you really think my eyes are blind?"
A cold gleam flashed through Ye Lin's eyes. His right hand suddenly exerted force, and the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor swept past Xu Feng's neck.
"Ye Lin, you're actually serious?"
Having barely dodged the strike, Xu Feng stared at Ye Lin before him in shock.
Yet Ye Lin paid no attention to anything else and charged straight at Xu Feng.
"Xu Feng is a fourth-layer Golden Immortal, with Unmatched Battle Prowess. If you want to prove you're real, it's very simple—kill me."
"As long as you kill me, no one will care whether you're real or fake."
The corners of Ye Lin's lips lifted slightly. In an instant, he was already before Xu Feng. The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor spun once in his hand before stabbing toward Xu Feng's throat.
Strands of Blood Baleful aura pinned the Xu Feng before him in place.
"Damn it! You madman—Madman!"
Xu Feng suddenly began roaring.