"Kid, if you can't block it, resign yourself to fate. Don't bring suffering upon yourself."
"Slash."
Sword Nine chuckled, but he had no intention of showing mercy.
With both hands, he swung down with all his strength, viciously cleaving his Long Sword downward.
"Phew..."
Ye Lin's expression turned more serious than ever before.
Facing this sword strike, he drew a deep breath, gripped Azure Frost tightly, and slowly raised his hand.
"You have a sword. I have a sword as well."
"Then let's see whose sword is sharper."
"My sword is called Heaven-Opening!!!"
Closing his eyes, the insights he had gained from that sword surged wildly through his mind.
The next instant, immensely powerful Sword Qi erupted around Ye Lin. Azure Frost trembled ceaselessly in his hand, letting out clear, resounding sword cries.
"Slash."
In the next instant, Ye Lin abruptly opened his eyes, and two streaks of Sword Qi shot from them.
Azure Frost swept through the void in his hand.
An invisible Sword Qi spread forward.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
There was no earth-shaking roar, nor any Heaven-Shaking explosion.
Only crisp sounds rang out one after another.
They sounded like space shattering, and like a mirror breaking.
Clear and sharp.
Yet Ye Lin was extremely confident.
This sword was his greatest trump card.
After all, whenever he used this sword, his opponent had invariably died.
No cultivator of the same realm had ever survived beneath it.
However, this time, Ye Lin had miscalculated.
A streak of gray Sword Qi hovered silently three inches before his brow.
Terrifying killing intent was contained within that Sword Qi.
But it had stopped.
That meant he had lost—lost completely.
Ye Lin frowned slightly.
Why had this sword lost?
"Senior, why did you stop?"
Looking at the gray Sword Qi before his brow, Ye