"Now, I'll give you a chance as well."
"Kneel here now, and kneel for a thousand years."
"After a thousand years, you may leave on your own."
"Or... die."
The long sword in Ye Lin's hand pointed directly at Chu Jingming below, his hair disheveled and his appearance crazed.
His voice was filled with majesty.
It was as though he were passing judgment.
Yet Chu Jingming merely slowly raised his head, looking at Ye Lin with a smile.
"Hahaha, you're nothing but an ant. What right do you have to say such things to me?"
"Do you really think you've got me dead to rights?"
"Before the true victor has been decided, aren't your words a little too arrogantly boastful?"
After speaking, Chu Jingming leaped into the air. From the ancient long sword in his hand erupted an unprecedented sword cry.
The sword cry resounded across hundreds of millions of miles, its piercing sound making countless powerhouses clutch their ears in agony.
"This sword is my gift to you."
"Tyrannical True Intent, slash."
Chu Jingming's aura surged wildly, his expression utterly manic.
With a roar, he unleashed this supreme sword strike.
Yet Ye Lin remained expressionless, his face full of cold indifference.
Facing Chu Jingming's supreme strike, capable of casually slaying Daluo Golden Immortals, he felt not the slightest fear. He merely raised the long sword in his hand.
"One sword... Heaven-Opening!!!"
Ye Lin made a casual stroke.
The sky darkened.
The entire heavens dimmed, and in that instant, even the space around them went dark. Heaven and earth became so black that one could not see one's own hand before one's face.
At that moment, everyone seemed to have gone completely blind, unable to see anything.
"I see it, I see it—it's a sword... a sword."
"Sword Qi, it's