Lin Yun’s style was the same as when he suppressed the Realm Sons. If he wanted, he could have killed all of the Realm Sons, so he was basically toying with the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect. However, he wasn’t going to hold back. Otherwise, he would be doing a disservice to his experience in the Heavenly Path.

In the past year, he had experienced many life and death situations. Many people hit rock bottom, but he was one of the only ones who got back up and shined brightly in the final battle. He even became the champion of the Ninth Heavenly Path. The pain and hardship he had gone through wasn’t something these people could understand.

Lin Yun had already retracted his sword aura, but Wu Kun was still on his knees staring off into space. He couldn’t believe that he lost so terribly in his sword intent.

Sky sword intent? Suddenly, Wu Kun thought of something and looked at Lin Yun. He believed that he was around...