For the past thirteen years, Yi Lin had almost forgotten the sensation of being injured.
He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be hurt.
Yi Lin's palm was bruised and purple, nearly numb.
But he didn't care, tried several times with force, couldn't pull out that water-attributed flying sword, and moved on to the next one.
The next one seemed to belong to the metal element among the Five Elements. As soon as Yi Lin placed his hand on it, a fierce spiral sword energy twisted along the hilt towards Yi Lin's right hand. Yi Lin's right sleeve was torn into strips, skin cut open, blood dripping.
The third one...
The fourth one...
The fifth one...
While that hand was still numb, Yi Lin simply used it to touch each sword, trying one after another.
