“GO!” Feng Jue yelled. Hearing that, Lin Yun gritted his teeth with a pair of Golden Crow Wings unfolding behind him. At the same time, his face was extremely ugly. How could he leave his senior brother behind while he ran?

Especially when he thought that Feng Jue might die in five moves, Lin Yun’s expression became even more ugly. But he knew that he still had to go or what Feng Jue had done for him would have no meaning.

“I never expected that as the shame of Radiant Sword Saint, you’d have quite the backbone.” Zhuge Qingyun looked at Feng Jue with mockery on his face. But he was calm and didn’t even bother about Lin Yun, who had fled. In his eyes, Lin Yun was a mere ant at the Elysium Core Realm....