"Nothing more than this. You've exhausted my patience. I'm done playing with you."
A faint smile tugged at Chen Changsheng's lips as he slowly turned to look at Ye Lin in the distance.
Void Shrouds in Darkness.
As Chen Changsheng took a step forward, darkness began spreading swiftly across the Arena beneath his feet, centered on him.
In the blink of an eye, darkness had engulfed the entire Arena.
Ye Lin was swallowed up by that darkness as well.
Not only the ground—even the sky around them had turned black.
Looking again at Chen Changsheng in the distance, his azure Daoist robe had already become pitch-black, and even his pupils had turned black.
Endless killing intent radiated from his body.
"Black governs slaughter. Fellow Daoist, if you can't hold on, remember to shout it out loud. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether you'll leave here alive."
Chen Changsheng's voice was ice-cold, devoid of even the slightest emotion, as though he had become an entirely different person.
The next instant, his figure vanished from Ye Lin's sight. When he reappeared, he was already standing before Ye Lin.
"What speed!"
Ye Lin's pupils constricted as he rapidly retreated.
"Too late!!!"
Chen Changsheng flicked the whisk in his hand, and it lashed viciously across Ye Lin's chest at a speed Ye Lin could not comprehend.
The blow was tremendously powerful. Ye Lin was sent flying outright, his body crashing heavily against the barrier in the distance.
"Puh."
Ye Lin spat out a mouthful of blood, then raised his head and glared fixedly at Chen Changsheng in the distance.
This guy had become this powerful in an instant?
"Heh heh, again."
Chen Changsheng vanished once more.
At that moment, alarm bells rang wildly in Ye Lin's heart. Almost instinctively, he sprang up and dodged to