Lin Yun’s words made the white-haired youth surprised because he was also a prideful person. He smiled and said, “Interesting…”

He didn’t hesitate to draw his sword, unleashing a blade ray, and the blade vibration was comparable to a draconic roar. His attacks were so fast that they looked like blurred smudges to Lin Yun. Thirty-six figures appeared before him, a total of thirty-six blade trajectories that came at Lin Yun, and the intent behind each blade was different.

He couldn’t differentiate which one was real and which one was fake. But he soon recovered from his shock because every single one of those trajectories was real. There might only be one blade, but the intents have manifested into different forms, and he would be struck if he wasn’t careful.

But since he couldn’t see through the attacks, he might as well give up and see who was faster. Drawing the Flower Burial Sword, Lin Yun also unleashed...