"Hahaha, good. Come on, little brother. Just don't cry when you lose later."
Li Jinhuang laughed heartily.
Though he was smiling, his eyes were filled with gravity.
The two instantly widened the distance between them. With a beckon of Ye Lin's hand, the Emperor Sword slowly appeared in his grasp.
Li Jinhuang likewise reached out, and a golden Long Sword slowly flew into his hand.
The two stood in the Starry Sky, facing each other from afar, their eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
"Little brother, no sword techniques—just pure Sword Intent. How about it?"
"Only by competing in the Sword Dao can we truly enjoy ourselves."
"Otherwise, blades and swords have no eyes. It would be bad if either of us got hurt."
Li Jinhuang said with a light chuckle, Long Sword in hand.
Ye Lin merely nodded gently.
Competing in the Sword Dao—if it had been before, he might not have been confident. But now, he was absolutely certain.
It could be said that he now had not the slightest weakness.
"Kill."
The moment Ye Lin nodded, Li Jinhuang could no longer hold himself back. He gave Ye Lin not even a sliver of time to react.
His body turned into an afterimage as he charged at Ye Lin. With a flicker of his form, he was already before him.
"Slash."
Terrifying Sword Qi made the entire Starry Sky tremble, while thunderous booms rang out without end.
"Slash."
Ye Lin retreated, then raised his hand and slashed out with his sword.
The two terrifying streams of Sword Qi cancelled each other out, wave after wave of residual force spreading continuously in every direction.
As Sword Qi crisscrossed the void, two figures flashed ceaselessly through the Starry Sky. They collided again and again, deafening explosions ringing endlessly in the air.