Ye Lin gripped his long sword and immediately charged at the young man before him.
"Origin Holy Light, kill."
Ye Lin raised his left hand before his eyes, then suddenly swept it out.
At once, a beam of golden light pierced through the starry sky and shot toward the young man.
"Suppress!"
The young man was no pushover either. He held up a great bell with both hands, then placed it before himself in an attempt to block Ye Lin's strike.
The golden light slammed into the great bell, and the entire bell immediately erupted with a thunderous roar.
The roar spread in all directions, reducing countless stars to dust. Even space itself trembled violently.
The young man spat blood and was sent flying backward.
The recoil transmitted through the great bell made his organs feel as though they had been knocked out of place, leaving him in unbearable agony.
"Damn thing, I'll kill you!"
The young man gripped the great bell and mercilessly smashed it toward Ye Lin.
He intended to crush Ye Lin to death outright.
Yet before his great bell could descend, he saw a flash of lightning before his eyes. The next instant, a bloody hole appeared in his chest.
Blood continued to stream from around the wound.
As the blood flowed without end, the body holding up the great bell began to sway unsteadily.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin stood silently behind him.
"What a marvelous feeling."
Ye Lin looked at his hands with astonishment on his face.
Then, in the next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood.
Yet at the very instant he left, a great bell smashed apart the starry sky at that spot.
"What incredible speed."
Li Sheng stared at the suddenly vanished Ye Lin, inwardly shocked.
This fellow's speed had surpassed