The dark-red patterns on the Godslayer Sword lit up, and silver-white Sword Dao Law surged forth like a tide.
It transformed into a silver stream hundreds of feet long, cleaving down from above and viciously striking the Buddha light around Qingran.
"Clang..."
The clash of metal was deafening. Golden Buddha light and silver-white sword light collided fiercely, scattering points of light across the sky.
The Buddha light around Qingran shook violently, its golden radiance flickering like sea waves tossed up by a gale.
But the Buddha light did not shatter.
It only trembled for a moment before stabilizing once more, becoming even more solid than before.
Qingran looked up at Ye Lin, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Benefactor, your Sword Dao Law is stronger than I imagined."
His tone remained calm, but now carried a hint of approval.
"You are the first person to make my Buddha light tremble."
Ye Lin said nothing. His second sword had already fallen.
What he hated most was Qingran's tone.
They were clearly of the same generation, yet this fellow kept putting on the airs of an elder, lecturing him.
That was what he hated most.
Ye Lin kept swinging his sword, one strike after another, each one faster than the last.
Silver-white sword light poured down like a rainstorm, densely slashing against the Buddha light around Qingran.
Every strike made the Buddha light shake violently, and every tremor pushed Qingran's body slightly backward.
Yet the Buddha light never shattered.
Qingran stood where he was, palms pressed together, allowing Ye Lin's sword light to surge toward him like a tide.
His monk's robe snapped loudly within Jian Feng, yet his expression remained calm and his gaze indifferent, as though those sword lights capable of tearing apart heaven and earth were no