Mei Zihua and An Liuyan were unable to last long before they were sent flying away. With that, Lin Yun was the only one left. The Flower Burial Sword flew and coiled around him, emitting a powerful sword intent to resist the aura of the Zhuge Qingyun.

Zhuge Qignyun looked at Lin Yun. For some reason, he didn’t make a move, but slowly said, “You really share an uncanny resemblance with that person. You’ve grown so much in just one year, and you’re not at all inferior to Jian Jingtian.”

“If I’m him, do you even dare to attack me?” Lin Yun smiled.

Zhuge Qingyun was briefly taken aback with his pupils squinting. He was briefly puzzled before he was a little intimidated by the fangs Lin Yun showed. Narrowing his eyes, Zhuge Qingyun coldly asked, “Are you trying to scare me?”

Lin Yun could even kill a Great Saint with the Firmament Saint Cloth.  If Lin Xiao...