Ning Yi suddenly vanished. Ye Lin did not relax his guard—if anything, he became even more vigilant.
Sure enough, in the next instant, a faint breeze blew in from behind him.
It was not wind. It was Ning Yi's palm.
Ning Yi's right hand lightly struck toward Ye Lin's back, a faint layer of golden light gathered in his palm.
That light was neither Law nor sacred power, but a force far more ancient and primal—one Ye Lin had never seen before.
Without turning around, he thrust the Godslayer Sword backward from beneath his arm, its tip striking precisely against Ning Yi's palm.
"Ding—"
A crisp, light ring sounded, like jade striking jade.
Ye Lin slid forward several hundred zhang, while Ning Yi slid back several hundred zhang. Both steadied themselves at the same time and raised their heads.
Ye Lin's tiger's mouth tingled faintly.
That palm strike had not carried much force, yet it possessed an Aberrant penetrating power. It passed through the Godslayer Sword's blade and acted directly upon his meridians.
Had his Sword Dao Law not dissolved that force in time, the meridians in his right arm might already have been injured by the shock.
Ning Yi lowered his head to glance at his palm. A red dot marked where the Godslayer Sword's tip had struck.
The red dot faded rapidly, vanishing without a trace in less than a breath.
"Good sword."
Ning Yi praised it sincerely.
Ye Lin said nothing.
His second wave of attacks had already begun.
This time, he was no longer probing.
The dark-red patterns on the Godslayer Sword lit up. Silver-white Sword Dao Law surged from the blade, transforming into a silver sword radiance a hundred zhang long as it slashed toward Ning Yi.
Where the sword radiance passed, it tore a