Lin Yun and Li Wuyou jumped between the branches in the forest. Lin Yun looked at Li Wuyou’s footsteps. He was light as a swallow, but fast like a cheetah. The profundity of Li Wuyou’s movement technique made Lin Yun’s eyes light up.

“I never expected you to have such a brilliant movement technique,” said Lin Yun.

“How could I dare to become the greatest swordsman in the Great Qin Empire if I didn’t have any skills?” Li Wuyou laughed.

“Stop bragging. The people who are chasing us are on our tails.” Lin Yun smiled contemptuously.

“There’s five of them. Aside from Wang Ning, they’re all only in the seventh orifice of the Xiantian Realm. They’re all Wang Yan’s lackeys,” replied Li Wuyou. Faint stars flickered in his eyes when he looked back.

Lin Yun instantly knew that Li Wuyou had some tricks up his sleeves. Even with his eyes orifice unlocked, Lin Yun could only roughly see the pursuers. But Li Wuyou not only saw the number of pursuers, but he also managed to distinguish all of them.

But Lin Yun’s face suddenly sank...