Hearing this, Ye Lin said nothing. He merely took out the Godslayer Sword and Azure Frost, gripping them in his hands, then slowly raised his swords and lightly beckoned at Chu Jingming.
Though he said nothing, his meaning could not have been clearer.
"Courting death."
Chu Jingming was enraged by this man's outrageous audacity. He slowly rose to his feet and took a single step, already arriving atop the Arena.
At that moment, countless powerful cultivators watched the scene with bated breath.
Their eyes were wide as they stared fixedly at the Arena.
They feared missing even a single thrilling instant.
In their hearts, they fervently supported Ye Lin and hoped he could beat Chu Jingming to death.
But however wonderful that thought was, deep down, they held no hope for it whatsoever.
"Come. Let me see what you're made of."
Chu Jingming did not strike first. Instead, he stretched out a hand toward Ye Lin and crooked his fingers.
"Die."
Naturally, Ye Lin would not let this opportunity pass. As he stepped forward, his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.
In an instant, Sword Qi filled every corner of the Arena.
"Kill."
Suddenly, Ye Lin appeared behind Chu Jingming. As Ye Lin slashed out with his sword, terrifying Sword Qi shot straight for Chu Jingming's neck.
Once this strike fell, Chu Jingming's head would be severed in an instant.
Yet just as the sword was about to descend, a hand unexpectedly seized the blade.
"Not bad speed, but in my eyes, you're still as slow as a snail."
Chu Jingming's calm voice came from ahead.
"What?"
The next moment, Chu Jingming's right hand suddenly exerted force. Ye Lin felt a tremendous force surge through his sword, and his entire body was flung away by Chu Jingming.
"You dare