"Young Madam, please be sure to suppress your cultivation realm!" Lin Jinyang cupped his fist without the slightest hesitation.
His life was at stake, after all. He dared not joke around.
Lin Jinyang believed that, aside from Chen Mu, no one understood better than he did that the strength Ye Qingcheng had just displayed was merely the tip of the iceberg! A single hair from nine oxen!
If she truly unleashed her full strength, Lin Jinyang could easily imagine how miserably he would die.
No! Miserable was not the right word, because not even a fragment of bone would remain.
His entire existence would be violently erased, evaporating on the spot.
As though he had never come into this world.
"All right." Ye Qingcheng suppressed her strength to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, putting herself roughly on par with Lin Jinyang.
Then the two figures clashed, Emperor Weapons in hand.
Their speed was far, far too great. None of the elders, Lin Wentian included, could make out their movements. They could only follow the afterimages.
And the cold gleam of their blades, the flying metallic sparks.
Chen Mu, however, saw everything clearly. Even with Ye Qingcheng deliberately suppressing her strength, she still held an overwhelming, one-sided advantage.
Lin Jinyang's faltering momentum and impending defeat grew increasingly obvious.
Within a few breaths, Ye Qingcheng flicked his Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon out of his hand with a single stroke.
Before Lin Jinyang could react, he glanced at his flying Emperor Weapon, then turned his gaze back to the front.
There, plain to see, was the keen edge in Ye Qingcheng's hand, mere inches from his eyes!
Lin Jinyang raised both hands in surrender and said with a bitter smile, "I lost."
"..." Lin Wentian and the others stood frozen to the side, holding their