The black-clothed youth coldly looked at Lin Yun and Gongsun Yan. The nearby Profound Sky Sect’s disciples drew their saint artifacts, each of which was a thousand rune saint artifact. Several saint artifacts reached the height of myriad runes, proving that the Profound Sky Sect was so rich that even an ordinary disciple of theirs wielded myriad rune saint artifacts.

This was unimaginable in the other sects. As for that black-clothed youth, Zhao Sun, the aura he gave off was even more terrifying. He cultivated the Profound Sky Canon and reached a high stage in the Lesser Heavenly Sun. Even without using his saint artifact, the aura he gave off far exceeded the other disciples.

“Who allowed you to leave?” Zhao Sun said, looking at Lin Yun indifferently.

“Zhao Sun, ranked in the top ten on the Profound Sky Sect’s Inner Ranking.” Lin Yun briefly pondered, recalling the information on Zhao Sun. He said, “You’re right. I shouldn’t leave because your head is pretty valuable.”

Hearing that, Zhao Sun was briefly stunned before he laughed.

“Hahaha. Kill me? With that puny ability of yours? Or are you going to call the Radiant Sword Saint over? Don’t think that no one dares to do anything to you just because you’re the Radiant Sword Saint’s...