This was also what horrified him the most. What kind of power could actually suppress the power of his laws?
Wasn't this far too absurd?
"Sword Two, One Sword Opens Mountains and Seas."
Zhao Huaian had only just steadied himself when he saw Ye Lin enveloped in incomparably dense Sword Dao Rules, swinging his sword down at him.
"Damn it, he's got his eyes on me."
Zhao Huaian cursed inwardly and hurriedly turned to flee. Ye Lin's sword momentum had already taken shape; he had no time at all to gather his own. If he tried to block it hastily, he would surely come off worse.
A battle between experts was not merely a clash of attacks, but a collision between momentum and momentum.
Momentum could be the grand momentum of heaven and earth, the momentum of a race, the momentum of major factions, and finally, a person's momentum.
It was like mortals fighting. Even in a one-on-one fight, some people would be afraid the instant they saw their opponent, before a single blow was exchanged. That meant their momentum had already been suppressed by the other side.
Momentum was like confidence. Before the fight even began, if you had already decided in your heart that victory was yours, then once the fight started, you would fear nothing—just do it.
Those whose momentum had already lost, meanwhile, would resist half-heartedly, perhaps even stand there and let others beat them without daring to let out so much as a fart. That was simply how it was.
And now, Ye Lin's sword momentum had already formed. It was plainly impossible for Zhao Huaian to gather his own again, so he could only avoid the sharp edge for now.
Watching Zhao Huaian vanish in a flash, Ye Lin's eyes glinted. Trying to run?