Lin Yun’s indifferent tone made many people’s hearts tremble. Jiang Tian previously said he wasn’t qualified to talk to him, but when Lin Yun returned those words, it was equivalent to a slap on Jiang Tian’s face. Lin Yun could even slap Jiang Tian’s face, so how was he not qualified?

“Sorry, but you don’t. Today, no one from the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect can make it through the first stage. Do you guys want to enter the Sword Sect? Then ask if I agree to it!” Jiang Tian coldly said.

“You still want to fight?” Lin Yun asked with his head raised.

“Hmph. Who the hell do you think you are? You’re alone. Do you think you can face my entire Jiang Saint Clan?” Jiang Tian barked.

The sixty-odd remaining people from the Jiang Saint Clan moved and gathered together. They were all top-tiered geniuses, and their cultivations were practically at the Greater Elysium Core Realm. They also practiced top-tiered holy spirit martial techniques, nurtured by the Jiang Saint Clan from a young age.

They were...