"Thunder Break, slash."
Ye Lin raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and cleaved down. In an instant, incomparably violent Thunder Sword Qi burst forth, carrying the might to destroy all things as it slashed toward Heartless before him.
"Suppress."
From beginning to end, Heartless had never regarded Ye Lin as worthy of notice.
He was the foremost among the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect's younger generation, the hope of the entire Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect, the next Buddha Patriarch.
And who was this man before him?
Nothing more than a mud-legged peasant.
How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as himself?
Golden Buddhist light illuminated the heavens, and Ye Lin's thunderous Sword Qi shattered into fragments beneath that Buddha palm.
Seeing this, Heartless gave Ye Lin no chance to react at all and attacked once more.
A golden palm seal appeared before Ye Lin again.
This bastard wasn't giving him an opportunity, so naturally, he wouldn't give this bastard one either.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Prison, suppress."
Ye Lin slashed again, and overwhelmingly violent thunderous power descended from the sky, bolts of lightning continuously striking that golden Dharma manifestation.
Bathed in lightning, the towering golden Dharma manifestation remained unmoving. No matter how great the thunder's might, there was not the slightest sign of damage to it.
Yet when the golden palm seal before him reached Ye Lin, it was blasted apart by a single stroke of his sword.
At this moment, neither could do anything to the other.
"Benefactor, if this little monk had not suffered severe injuries from your sneak attack earlier, you would definitely not be this little monk's match."
"Now, neither of us can do anything to the other. How about we stop here?"
"If this continues, neither of us