Chen Lin did not look at him.
In Chen Lin's eyes, the bare-chested man was no different from a stone by the roadside.
Fatty Wang's expression darkened. He was about to snap at the man when he saw that Chen Lin had already stopped thirty zhang in front of a Purple Gold Boundary-Setting Stone.
"Brother Wang, stand back a little," Chen Lin said softly.
Fatty Wang paused. Although he felt Chen Lin was being a little overconfident, he still did as asked and withdrew a hundred zhang.
Chen Lin raised his right hand, loosely curling his fingers.
Humm-
A clear sword chime rang out across the wasteland. It did not travel through the air, but reverberated directly within everyone's divine sense.
The dozen or so Integration cultivators nearby frowned in unison and stopped what they were doing.
A sword three fingers wide appeared out of thin air in Chen Lin's hand. Its blade was divided into two halves, crimson on the left and pitch-black on the right. It gave off no earth-shaking fluctuations of spiritual energy, looking like nothing more than pieces of mortal iron joined together.
"That's it?" The bare-chested man burst out laughing. "It doesn't even have the radiance of a spirit treasure. Don't tell me you brought mortal iron just to make up the numbers..."
He stopped halfway through, abruptly silenced like a duck seized by the neck.
Chen Lin moved.
Dark-golden true dragon qi and blood flowed through his palm, pouring into the Two-Forms Sword without restraint.
In an instant, the blade came alive.
The crimson left half erupted with searing heat capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas. The air over the wasteland ignited outright, rolling outward in visible waves of fire.
At the same time, the pitch-black right half released an extreme