Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes.
He was digesting the insights of the second move.
Yin-Yang Division was even more profound than Primeval Heaven-Opening.
Primeval Heaven-Opening was pure destruction, while Yin-Yang Division blended creation into destruction.
Yin and yang gave birth to each other; destruction and creation coexisted.
This sword was not merely for killing enemies—it was also remaking everything that had been destroyed.
He looked at Helian Guhong, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his eyes.
The Primeval Sword Art had indeed not disappointed him.
Helian Guhong's expression had already turned exceedingly grim.
He had thought that, with the power of his Holy Clan bloodline, crushing Ye Lin would be as easy as lifting a hand.
But now, not only had he failed to crush Ye Lin, he had instead been suppressed by Ye Lin's swordsmanship.
His Chaos Thunder Domain had been broken, his Holy Blood Burns the Heavens had failed to achieve its intended effect, and even his Chaos True Form seemed unable to hold its own before Ye Lin's swordsmanship.
Just who was this person?
Since when had the Eastern Region produced such a monstrous genius?
Helian Guhong took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and unease in his heart.
He could not lose.
He possessed the bloodline of the Holy Clan and was one of the foremost among the younger generation of the Chaos Ancient Clan. He could not lose to an Eastern Region cultivator of unknown origins.
He raised his head and stared at Ye Lin. The golden flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely.
"Your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations. I don't even know how many times I've praised you already."
"But next, I will definitely kill you. I absolutely cannot let you live."
Helian Guhong looked at Ye Lin in the