But now, he could finally fight seriously for once.
"Fit to be my burial ground—and fit to be your grave as well."
With a beckoning gesture from Ye Lin, a flash of golden light appeared before him.
As the golden light slowly faded, the Emperor Sword rose into the air before him.
Ye Lin stretched out his well-defined hand and gripped the Emperor Sword.
"I didn't expect you to be a sword cultivator too."
Wen Tianheng chuckled, then crushed the star beneath his foot with a single stomp. His entire body became an afterimage as he charged at Ye Lin.
"Kill."
Ye Lin gripped the Emperor Sword and charged at Wen Tianheng. At this moment, both chose to meet force with force.
The Emperor Sword in Ye Lin's hand slashed viciously against Wen Tianheng's twin claws. A thunderous boom erupted between them, and a terrifying shockwave spread in every direction.
Boom, boom, boom.
The two figures continued to clash within the pitch-black starry sky, one thunderous blast after another resounding endlessly like the beat of war drums.
Dense power of laws filled the entire starry sky, and countless innocent stars were shattered by the aftershocks.
As time passed, their battle gradually reached a white-hot frenzy.
What had initially been Wen Tianheng suppressing Ye Lin had completely reversed into Ye Lin suppressing Wen Tianheng.
And it was the kind of suppression that left Wen Tianheng unable to catch his breath.
"This guy is so fast, so strong. Even his physique and reaction speed surpass mine."
Wen Tianheng was secretly alarmed.
Only after exchanging blows did he realize that this fellow before him was no simple opponent, nor was he some soft persimmon anyone could squeeze.
This guy was a little too absurd—and a little too terrifying.
In his eyes, Ye Lin