Wen Tian Injured, Victory

The black long sword before them had been condensed from the waters of the Yellow Springs. The aura it emanated made people dare not look directly at it.

Moreover, as the final destination of all living souls, the Yellow Springs contained immense karmic ties. A single drop was enough to make one wish for death over life.

"Take this sword strike."

"Slash."

Ye Lin raised his condition to its peak and unleashed his strongest sword strike.

Sword light flashed, transforming into a vast and mighty Yellow Springs that bore the power of the entire Yellow Springs as it pressed down upon the sedan chair.

The next moment, a sword cry rang out. The roof of the sedan chair was directly blown away, and a streak of sword light shot straight into the heavens.

The two streaks of sword light collided. The shockwave created this time was incomparably terrifying; if a Golden Core cultivator had been placed here, they would have been shaken to death by the dreadful shockwave on the spot.

Fortunately, Sword Venerable acted in time and blocked all the shockwaves. Otherwise, the disaster wrought would have been immense.

Countless clouds of dust rose, filling the entire sky. Yet when the dust settled, the sedan chair was completely unscathed.

"Cough, cough."

A soft cough came from within the sedan chair, distinctly out of place in this utterly silent world.

"Ye Lin, very good. The next time we meet, I will kill you."

After Wen Tian spoke, the sedan chair vanished directly into the void. Watching it disappear, Ye Lin shook his head. That fellow was decent—he had actually managed to withstand his strongest sword strike. Not bad.

"Young Master, are you all right?"

Elder Mo sat at the front of the sedan chair, his eyes fixed worriedly on it.