"Karmic Fire Red Lotus, go."
With a light flick of Ye Lin's Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, the red lotus before him flew toward Baili Changfeng in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist, you underestimate me too much. Carelessness comes at a price."
Seeing that Ye Lin had not exerted his full strength at all, Baili Changfeng's expression could not help turning solemn.
Was this fellow not taking him seriously?
Or was he looking down on him?
Forget it. Those two statements meant the same thing.
"Spear Emerges Like a Dragon, kill."
Baili Changfeng gave a cold snort, and his silver spear suddenly thrust toward Ye Lin.
Accompanied by a soaring dragon's roar, Ye Lin felt an incomparably terrifying aura bearing down before him.
That aura was like an endless ocean suppressing him.
The spear, carrying the roar of a dragon, slammed into the lotus with a deafening boom.
"How is this possible?!"
Looking at the fiery-red lotus before him, completely unscathed, Baili Changfeng's face filled with shock.
How could this be?
How could his full-force strike fail to even break the other man's casual sword attack?
Yet it was not over. Under his horrified gaze, the fire lotus before him gradually bloomed, then enveloped him within it.
Clang...
A moment later, the silver spear fell to the ground, while Baili Changfeng, who had stood there moments before, vanished without a trace.
Killed in one sword strike.
Still killed in one sword strike.
"Sorry."
Ye Lin nodded apologetically, then headed to the next floor to challenge the second-ranked person on the Hundred Heroes Ranking.
"Just how strong is he?"
"Another single sword strike, another instant kill. That was Baili Changfeng—the Spear God of the ancient era—and he was instantly killed by one sword strike just like that?"
"I don't believe it,