Xiahou Yan’s corpse fell to the ground, which made everyone’s hearts throb, and they could feel the surrounding temperature dropping.

“Ye Qingtian, how dare you kill Young Master’s sword servant!” Zhao Hu of the four sword servants roared.

“Ye Qingtian, you’re in deep trouble now! Why aren’t you on your knees, begging for our young master’s forgiveness?” Zhao Bao furiously pointed at Lin Yun and said in an aloof tone.

The faces of everyone from the Eastern Desolation changed because they knew it wasn’t easy to resolve this matter now. They quickly stepped back and put a distance between them and Lin Yun and those from the Sword Sect.

Lin Yun naturally noticed this, but he could do nothing about it. Did these people think the Heavenly Dao Sect feared the Black Plume Palace?...