"Scram."
Wang Dong snorted coldly, and a terrifying sound wave instantly surged forward.
The cross-shaped Sword Qi shattered, and Ye Lin was sent flying outright.
After sliding through the void for quite some distance, Ye Lin slowly came to a stop.
Boom, boom, boom.
The moment Ye Lin steadied himself, several roars rang out from the distant void.
The explosions came in an incomparably dense stream, one after another.
Alarm bells blared in Ye Lin's heart. Though he could not see where the attacks were coming from, his body had already begun dodging instinctively.
"Even dealing with a casual strike from me leaves you in such a sorry state. Where do you get the confidence to kill me?"
"Give me another half an hour, and I'll enter the Quasi-Saint realm."
"Half an hour—what method could you possibly use to kill me?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you're here to kill me because of a mission from the Holy Palace, aren't you? Otherwise, for the mighty Heavenly Blade Sage, killing me would take no more than a word."
"Why would he possibly send his disciple instead?"
"With you looking this miserable now, how could you possibly kill me? Hmm?"
Watching Ye Lin continually evade, Wang Dong burst into loud laughter.
He admitted that Ye Lin was quite strong—but so what?
Ye Lin was strong. Did that mean he himself was weak?
That was impossible.
A disciple of the mighty Heavenly Blade Sage had been beaten into such a miserable state by him.
How could he kill him in half an hour?
Once he entered the Quasi-Saint realm, killing Ye Lin would be no more than a matter of a glance.
One finger would be enough for him to crush Ye Lin into a pulp.
"Damn it, didn't this dog bastard say he