Lin Yun took a quick glance at Yan Chihuo and Yu Wenxiu. They were both at the pinnacle of the third stage Profound Life Stage. He roughly calculated the time, and it had just been three months since the Martial Dao Tea Party. Back then, there were rumors that these people reached the third stage Profound Life Stage when they made a breakthrough to the Samsara Edict Realm.

Now that he looked at them again, the rumors weren’t fake. He could sense the powerful dragon origin coming from them, and they were even stronger than the Liu Saint Clan’s elders he slew.

When Yan Chihuo looked at Lin Yun, his gaze was complicated. Lin Yun could no longer catch his attention, but he couldn’t help feeling some regret. After all, he was forced to make a breakthrough because he had no hope of competing for first on the Dragon Pulse Ranking.

“Lin Xiao, I never expected to see you here, and even I have to admit that I’m struggling to contain the temptation of taking your head.” Yan Chihuo smiled, half-jokingly with a smile on his face. After all, the Demonfeather Order could be exchanged for almost anything, and it was at least a Glory Saint Artifact.

Not only was he tempted,...