"What a fine Near Yet Far."
Mo Xuan burst into laughter at those words. Then, with a casual beckon of his hand, a blood-red longsaber slowly condensed within his grasp.
"Kid, the playtime is over."
Mo Xuan's laughing face immediately darkened.
His change of expression could not have been any faster.
The playtime was over. What came next would be the true killing move.
"First blade, Falling Wind."
Mo Xuan lightly slashed downward, and his figure vanished from between heaven and earth at the very same moment.
At that instant, Ye Lin immediately felt a faint breeze suddenly arise in the surrounding space.
The wind was blowing...
"Wind? No."
Ye Lin came to his senses in an instant, only to find that several bloody gashes had appeared across his arm at some unknown point.
Blood continuously streamed from those wounds.
"What a Falling Wind."
"Grass-Character Sword Art—everything between heaven and earth can be a sword, Water Dragon Tornadoes."
Ye Lin swung his sword sharply. The seawater below instantly boiled, and countless surging waves rolled upward, transforming into water dragon tornadoes that spiraled around him.
"Break."
Ye Lin gave another soft snort, and the surrounding water dragon tornadoes instantly exploded, endless seawater surging in every direction.
"Thunder Break."
Amid the seawater filling the sky, Ye Lin swiftly locked onto Mo Xuan's position and slashed out without a second thought.
A bolt of incomparably violent lightning Sword Qi tore through the seawater and cleaved toward the distance.
Yet the next moment, that lightning Sword Qi dissipated right before Ye Lin's eyes, vanishing abruptly between heaven and earth as though it had encountered some overwhelming force.
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes at the sight.
This fellow was somewhat troublesome.
"Second blade, Asura Slash."
Mo Xuan's figure suddenly appeared before Ye Lin. Behind him