"Sixth-layer Golden Immortal, with the talent of a chosen prodigy—you brat truly have some skill."
On the ground, the old man smashed apart the enormous boulder pinning him down with a single slap, his expression ugly as he looked up at Ye Lin, who gazed down from the heavens.
Ye Lin merely raised his sword calmly.
In an instant, rolling heavenly lightning coiled around him. The dense power of thunder illuminated even the sky, turning the entire vault of heaven as bright as day.
"However, when this old man was young, I was just like you."
"I am merely old now. Yet though I am old, these old bones of mine can still put up a fight."
"Since you brat want to play, then this old man will play with you properly."
The old man suddenly burst into laughter, then thrust out his palm and let out a great roar.
"Blade, come."
As the old man's roar rang out, the mountain range behind him, ten thousand zhang high, abruptly shattered into dust.
From within the shattered mountains, a great blade shot out.
A blade three zhang long and one zhang wide.
The old man seized its hilt, and his aura surged explosively.
His formerly black hair transformed into a head of jet-black flowing locks, while his skin began to turn youthful. His entire body seemed to come alive once more.
Holding the long blade, he walked toward Ye Lin step by step.
After only a few strides, the old man had become a handsome young man.
"Back then, I was as high-spirited as you. But in the end, the years still ground down my edges."
"In you, I see my former self."
"Truly, time is like a blade that cuts down heaven's prodigies."
"Brat, if you want to destroy my