Ye Lin looked at the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox in the distance with a half-smile, his expression unreadable.
"If you won't tell me, I'll find out myself."
"I'd like to see whether you really have nine lives."
Ye Lin continued forward, Sword Qi swirling around him.
That creature vanished into the starry sky again, moving so swiftly that it seemed to traverse space itself, darting freely through the void.
"Is this all you can do? I thought you'd at least be able to surprise me."
"How boring."
The Emperor Sword spun in Ye Lin's right hand, and an overwhelmingly powerful Sword Qi slashed toward the void beside him.
As the sound of Sword Qi piercing flesh rang out, a snow-white tail drifted through the starry sky.
"Now you're a Seven-Tailed Heavenly Fox. If you still don't show me some real skill, you really won't have any tails left."
Throughout it all, Ye Lin strolled as though taking a leisurely walk, as if he were merely playing house with the creature, toying with it in the palm of his hand.
"Your rhythm is off."
Gradually, the corners of Ye Lin's mouth curled upward.
It seemed he was starting to like this taunting routine.
After all, taunting while fighting could easily disrupt an opponent's rhythm.
Once an opponent's rhythm was thrown into disarray, he could steadily suppress them from then on.
Of course, this method only worked on those with poor mental fortitude. Against cultivators who had fought and killed their way up step by step, so-called taunts were completely useless.
"Heh, what's wrong? Running out of strength? Why did you suddenly slow down?"
"If your speed drops, then it'll be my turn to strike back."
After saying that, Ye Lin took another step forward. Chaos Sword Qi gave off wave after wave