"Hm? What's going on? Why has the sky gone dark?"
"Don't know. Laws are spreading everywhere—it must be Ye Lin making his move."
"What terrifying fluctuations of laws. Even I'm faintly feeling my heart tremble from this wave."
"My heavens, retreat!"
"Fluctuations of laws, fluctuations of aura, even such immense pressure—this sword strike is no simple matter."
"I don't care about any of that. I only care about how this ends."
Watching the sky suddenly darken and sensing the terrifying power of laws radiating through the air, the Daluo Golden Immortal cultivators observing the battle all narrowed their eyes toward the Arena.
With the laws obstructing their sight, they could not see at all what was happening on the Arena.
Suddenly, a ray of light slowly emerged amid the darkened world.
The light was like salvation, like hope, tearing open the darkness and bringing illumination to all living beings.
Then, the dim heavens and earth were mercilessly torn apart, and everything returned to normal.
On the Arena, Bai Ze, who had worn such a confident expression before, was now kneeling on the ground.
The folding fan in his hand had long since been split in two, lying there on the Arena.
He merely stared blankly at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin slowly lowered his right hand, clasped both hands behind his back, and looked utterly calm, as though nothing had happened.
"You lost."
Glancing at Bai Ze kneeling on the Arena, Ye Lin spoke in a voice devoid of the slightest emotion.
"I... lost."
Those words brought Bai Ze back to his senses.
He looked at his own hands in disbelief.
At some point, sweat had already soaked through his clothes.
That sword strike had once again mercilessly shattered the Dao Heart he had painstakingly tempered over three hundred years.
He