“Die!” The 10 third orifice cultivators were the first to arrive before Lin Yun with their attacks. Each of them unleashed completely different techniques. It was clear that they had trained together in the past as their aura fused through their excellent coordination.

Even someone in the fourth orifice of the Xiantian Realm would have to withdraw under these attacks. Furthermore, there were still 20 second orifice cultivators close behind.

Holding onto his sword, Lin Yun looked like a tiny ant in comparison.

“I don’t believe you can flip the tables around!” shouted Yan Tianrui who stood afar with a sinister expression.

Even if Lin Yun were strong, he would be exhausted after facing so many people.

Seeking Sword Spirit!

A buzzing noise reverberated out from Lin Yun’s sword and into the forest.

“My sword…”

“Damn it! What’s wrong?!”

The third orifice cultivators who came first were shocked to discover that they were losing control over their weapons. Not only did they lose control, but their attacks were w...