Helian Guhong gently waved the feather fan in his hand. The landscape embroidered across its surface flickered in and out through the mist, as though alive—the mountains shifting, the waters flowing.
His expression was composed, a faint smile resting on his lips. His gaze fell upon Ye Lin with a lofty, appraising air, as if he were looking at a rather amusing toy.
"Not a bad sword. Pity the one wielding it is lacking in skill."
He glanced at the blood-red sword in Ye Lin's hand and lightly shook his head.
Ye Lin did not respond.
His fingers brushed over the blade of the Godslayer Sword. Dark crimson patterns ran along its edge, like dried-up veins of blood, or perhaps some ancient runes.
The blade trembled faintly and let out a deep hum, as though answering his touch.
Helian Guhong folded away his feather fan and lightly smacked it against his palm.
"So be it. Since you insist on remaining lost in your delusions, I won't keep giving you chances."
"I've killed quite a few fools like you who don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth."
As his words fell, his figure vanished from where he stood.
It was not teleportation, nor was it an escape art. It was simply movement, pure and absolute—speed pushed to its utmost limit.
Ye Lin's pupils contracted slightly.
His sword intent had already caught Helian Guhong's trajectory.
That blurred white silhouette was sweeping diagonally in from his left. It moved so fast that even the mist of the Boundary Sea had no time to part, forcibly torn open into a long rift.
"Heh..."
Ye Lin sneered, then turned sideways and swept the Godslayer Sword across.
The sword light was like a crimson ribbon, slashing toward that white shadow.
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