This was a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes and had a burly figure. Lin Yun didn’t respond to his crude words, but Bai Qingyu’s face sank. She drew the Stalewater Sword and easily cut through the nirvana aura protecting the middle-aged man.

The inner armor he wore was a saint artifact, but how could it stop the sharpness of the Stalewater Sword? His armor was sliced apart, and Bai Qingyu’s sword sent him flying away. The middle-aged man even suffered an injury to his heart.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with blood pouring out from his mouth, and his face became pale. But he was fortunate that he was at the Nirvana Stage. He quickly circulated his nirvana aura to his heart to stop his injuries from worsening.

“Where the hell did this dog come from? Get lost!” Bai Qingyu looked at the middle-aged man in disgust. She could’ve...