Zhao Wuji had an inheritance, but Lin Yun didn’t have one. Even so, he naturally had his resilience.

“Polar Opposite!” Lin Yun leaped from the winged dragon statue with his sword breaking through the shackles of space, crossing hundreds of meters in a split second.

When the moon was shattered, Lin Yun turned around and swung his sword down. It looked like he was a cliff in the sky with a vast sea behind him. As he swung his sword, the forcibly compressed space exploded with ten times the power.

“The second section of the Divine Firefly Sword! How many swords has Ye Qingtian grasped?!” The audience exclaimed. They weren’t too bothered when they initially saw Ye Qingtian execute the two swords. But when they saw him executing the third sword, the Sword Alliance’s disciples couldn’t help becoming shocked.

Zhao Wuji’s attack was interrupted...