"Since that's the case, then let's fight."
"Don't regret it later. I already warned you."
The young man grinned, and dazzling golden light erupted from his entire body. The radiance was blinding, illuminating the whole space.
Ye Lin merely held Azure Frost in hand and walked toward him step by step.
"Fellow Daoist, my name is Wang Chongming. I still don't know what to call you."
"Ye Lin."
"Good. Ye Lin, come fight me."
With that, Wang Chongming turned into a streak of light and charged at Ye Lin with killing intent.
He gathered strength in his right hand and threw a punch, a savage grin still on his face.
There were not many Primordial Unity Golden Immortals capable of receiving this punch.
Ye Lin flicked Azure Frost, then vanished from where he stood in a flash.
"Dodging? Let's see where you can possibly dodge to."
Seeing Ye Lin disappear, a trace of disdain flashed through Wang Chongming's eyes.
He had fought all his life. If he had not fought a hundred thousand battles, then he had fought tens of thousands. His combat experience was exceptionally rich.
The first rule before a battle was to probe—to uncover the other party's true capabilities, so that one could formulate a better response.
Ye Lin transformed into sword-light and flickered continuously through the surrounding void. From time to time, a powerful streak of Sword Qi would slash toward him from the void.
Though he was not afraid of this Sword Qi, there was simply too much of it.
Moreover, this fellow appeared and vanished like a ghost, making it difficult to defend against him effectively.
"Little rat, is that all you've got?"
Wang Chongming's expression gradually turned solemn, his earlier contempt gone.
Something was wrong—no, twelve parts wrong out of ten. This fellow