“Have you heard of the ten divine artifacts of Kunlun?” Ye Feifan smiled mysteriously.

“I have, but I don’t know much about them.” Lin Yun had heard Lil’ Purple mentioning them briefly, but he didn’t ask much about it because he wasn’t sure if they were real. After all, she was fond of boasting, and only half of her words could be trusted.

“The head of the ten divine artifacts is a sword, the world’s strongest sword. When the Ancestral Deity forged this sword, he discovered that he couldn’t suppress it and so he killed ominous beasts with his blade. You can imagine how terrifying the eight ominous beasts were in ancient times.” Ye Feifan patted his hand on the table and continued, “But all the eight ominous beasts were killed by the Ancestral Deity. The blood of the eight ominous beasts formed into a sea of boundless killing intent and ocean of blood…”

Lin Yun started to get the feeling that Ye Feifan could boast even more than Lil’ Purple. When Ye Feifan sensed Lin...