When Xiahou Yan executed the Great Sun Subduing Palm, none of the elders or disciples of the Sword Saint could remain seated. They knew Xiahou Yan was strong. But they never imagined that he would be this strong. They understood why Xiahou Yan was confident enough to not draw his sword when facing Lin Yun.

“Flower Burial, kneel before me!” Xiahou Yan roared as the Great Sun Saint Rune bloomed as the entire palm descended.

When Lin Yun raised his head to look at the flaming palm, his gaze had become grave. He was surprised by the power of the ghost spirit martial technique, which exceeded his expectations. If he still wasn’t going to draw his sword, it would be somewhat troublesome for him to face it.

Then again, it was only some trouble. What Lin Yun did next surprised everyone. He took a deep breath and stomped his foot on...