It was this seemingly weightless palm that, when it landed on Ye Lin's chest, directly caved his chest in.
"Go."
With a thunderous boom, Ye Lin was sent flying backward once more, his body crashing heavily into the barrier at the edge of the Arena again.
The two Long Swords fell carelessly onto the Arena, while the Heaven-Shaking Bell lay quietly beside Ye Lin.
The barrier released by the Heaven-Shaking Bell earlier had been completely useless before Chu Jingming.
It had been shattered with effortless ease.
"Boy, bring out whatever trump cards you have. Otherwise, I'm going to kill you."
"After all, I've had enough fun by now."
"Playing with an ant for so long has truly lowered my status."
Chu Jingming did not press his advantage. He merely stood there, silently watching Ye Lin in the distance.
Ye Lin slowly rose from the ground, the aura around him in complete disarray.
His hair hung loose and wild now, making him look like a savage.
He had to admit it—the man before him was the strongest opponent Ye Lin had ever faced.
The man was so arrogant because he truly had the right to be.
But at this moment, Ye Lin had neither a reason to retreat nor an opportunity to do so.
He had only one goal now: kill the man before him.
Either Chu Jingming died, or he did.
There was no longer a second path for him to choose.
If he had the choice, he would naturally choose the first path: killing Chu Jingming.
With a beckoning gesture from Ye Lin, the two Long Swords on the distant ground began to tremble, then flew into his hands in an instant.
The Heaven-Shaking Bell also returned above Ye Lin's head.
At that moment, the aura around Ye Lin