The next moment, Xilia's body toppled backward out of his control.
Feeling his trembling arms, Xilia's face filled with shock. A man's fame was not earned in vain—Ye Lin truly was powerful. After just one exchange, Xilia had instantly fallen into a disadvantage.
But Xilia was no pushover. After steadying himself, he charged at Ye Lin, and the two slammed violently into each other.
In just a few short seconds, they clashed more than a hundred times. During the first several dozen exchanges, Xilia could still confront Ye Lin head-on, but afterward, he was practically gritting his teeth and forcing himself to hold on.
Ye Lin's momentum was too overwhelming. His own momentum had been suppressed by Ye Lin's all along. If he could not break through Ye Lin's momentum, he could forget about turning the tables.
To win, he had to break through Ye Lin's momentum. Yet after a hundred exchanges, Ye Lin's momentum had completely crushed his, leaving him in unbearable discomfort.
At this moment, Ye Lin was dividing his attention six ways. Five longswords were battling the other thirty-one peerless prodigies, while he himself fought Xilia.
"If this is all the strength you have, then today will be the day you fall here."
Ye Lin held the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, its tip pointed at Xilia. In barely a hundred exchanges, he had already established an absolute advantage.
Now, Xilia could only smash his cauldrons, sink his boats, and make a last stand.
"Ye Lin, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Since you want to fight, then fight."
Xilia was enraged. Ye Lin was clearly not taking him seriously at all, and that had utterly provoked him.
Deep down, he had been unwilling to become enemies with Ye Lin. But Ye Lin had challenged him again