Zhang Yue’s face was ashen as he sat on the ground. The appearance of the Sky Pillar Pellet made his face even darker, making the Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign furious. The Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign’s cheeks trembled, wanting to slaughter Zhang Yue for embarrassing him.

Facing Lin Yun’s questions, the Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign’s face turned pale, and he coldly looked at Lin Yun, “Ye Qingtian, do you know the identity of the Dragon Origin Great Saint? You must be tired of living by slandering his name, and I can kill you on the spot now!”

When everyone heard what the Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign said, their faces changed because they knew that the latter was genuinely furious. If he killed Ye Qingtian on the spot, no one could say a word about it. After all, anyone who dared to joke around with the Great Saint’s name was simply courting death.

But Lin Yun was calm as he smiled, “It’s unsure if the Dragon Origin Great Saint will punish me for what I said, but I know that the Dragon Origin Great Saint won’t let you off if you dare to kill me.”

“What do you mean?” The Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign coldly said.

“I’ll be honest with you. I am now the direct disciple of the Dragon Origin Great Saint, and I’m only waiting for the Azure River Sword Saint’s return before...