Lin Yao observed the terrible lineup, one that could reduce the world into smoldering rubble and seas of ashes, the most powerful one that had ever existed since the magus appeared. Yet his fists trembled, and his heart drummed in his chest.
A strange excitement he couldn't reasonably describe coursed through his veins, accompanying a potent adrenaline rush as his blade danced before him.
"Hahaha! Three, four or a thousand, it makes no difference! Make everyone join this dance!"
Where anyone would tremble, his shoulders shook in amusement as he laughed without caring for anything.
As of now, his entire focus was on the battle, its thrill, and how to overcome the ever-growing challenge. After all, that's what the Qingming sect and his grandfather had taught him in his youth.
"A cultivator fears no man or beast. Not even the heavens can scare us for we are fighting against them to improve endlessly. We only fear stagnation and laziness!"
