"So this is the price you spoke of?"
Ye Lin raised his head, his expression calm as he spoke lightly.
To Long Xiu's ears, those words were like mockery delivered straight to his face.
Long Xiu's face turned green, then white. His lips trembled, yet he could not utter a single word.
"Again."
Ye Lin spoke.
The two words were light as air, yet they weighed down on Long Xiu like two great mountains.
Long Xiu's eyes reddened.
Not from grievance, but from humiliation and fury.
He possessed Imperial Clan bloodline and held an exalted status within the Chaos Ancient Clan. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Ye Lin!"
he roared hoarsely.
"You've gone too far!"
At that moment, Long Xiu went completely mad.
He ignited every last scrap of holy power and bloodline power within him, as though burning away the final remnants of his life force.
The layer of dark-gold patterns across his body began to glow, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding.
His aura surged wildly, even faintly breaking through the bottleneck of his realm.
This was a forbidden art of the Imperial Clan bloodline—the Blood-Burning Secret Art.
At the cost of burning one's bloodline, it granted an explosive increase in combat strength for a short time.
After using this art, his vitality would be severely damaged, his cultivation would regress, and he might even fall from his realm.
But he could no longer care about any of that.
Right now, he only wanted to kill Ye Lin.
Even if it meant perishing together.
Long Xiu's body began to swell from the explosive growth of power. His muscles bulged, and veins stood out across his flesh.
His eyes turned dark gold, madness blazing within his pupils.
"Imperial Clan secret technique—World-Ending Blade!"
He gripped the