"Go."
Ye Lin struck the enormous sword hard with his palm, and the blade immediately swung around, its tip aimed at Wu Xuan in the distance, who was still dissipating the force.
Ye Lin slowly raised his palm, terrifying power of chaos gathering within it.
"Die."
Ye Lin slammed out his palm, and the terrifying force struck directly against the hilt. The enormous sword turned into an afterimage as it shot forward.
In the starry sky, a streak of light tore through the void, piercing straight through Wu Xuan's body with a single sword strike.
The enormous sword's remaining force did not diminish, and it nailed his body firmly onto a great star in the distance.
"Cough, cough... This... this is a living legend?"
Having come to his senses, Wu Xuan looked at the enormous sword embedded in his body, which had nearly torn him in half, and gave a bitter smile.
The enormous sword was also wailing ceaselessly and struggling continuously, but Ye Lin's force was too great. Even now, it could not break free.
The enormous sword possessed a spirit. Seeing that it had killed its own master, it wailed endlessly and trembled without stop.
"I lost. I lost completely."
"Stop struggling too. To die by your hand, I have no regrets in this life."
"I, Wu Xuan, have finally seen what a true prodigy is."
Wu Xuan gave a bitter laugh. After patting the enormous sword before him, he closed his eyes for good.
The entire process had been swift—three breaths of time.
In three breaths, Ye Lin had not used even a shred of swordsmanship. With merely three simple palm strikes, he had died, and by his own sword at that.
The swordsmanship he had always taken pride in was like children playing house in this