As he fled, Wang Chongming cursed under his breath.
Why was Taiyi of later generations so strong?
This made no sense.
"Now you know to run?"
"Unfortunately, not a single person I've set my sights on has ever escaped from my grasp."
Ye Lin's voice sounded beside Wang Chongming's ear.
"Fellow Daoist, I was wrong. Stop targeting me. Killing me won't do you any good, really."
"I'm just someone who likes to talk big, haha. Fellow Daoist, please show mercy. Really."
Wang Chongming had no idea where Ye Lin was, but he still cupped his hands toward the surrounding void and spoke humbly.
"That won't do. Since we've already crossed hands, we'll settle victory and defeat—and life and death."
"Who ever heard of running away halfway through?"
"You ran, and that made me unhappy."
Ye Lin's voice rang out again.
At the same time, a golden sword stood before Wang Chongming.
The next instant, the sword spun fiercely in place before hurtling toward him.
With a flash, Wang Chongming barely dodged the Emperor Sword's fatal strike.
"Sever."
The instant he flashed aside, a streak of sword light came from the void, cleaving away half his body with a single slash.
"Damn it, he's powerful, and he's fast too. He's simply a monster—not human."
Wang Chongming cursed inwardly.
He was already this strong, and his speed was this fast too. Was he going to leave anyone alive at all?
"Fist Shatters the Heavens, kill!"
Gritting his teeth, Wang Chongming clenched his fist and threw it forward.
Terrifying fist force smashed into the void ahead.
Though he could not lock onto Ye Lin, his instincts told him Ye Lin was right in front of him.
"Oh? Instinct? Interesting."
Walking through the void, Ye Lin cleaved apart the fierce fist wind before him