“Why don’t you come and give it a try, then?” Lin Yun coldly looked at Feng Shaoyu under countless disbelieving gazes as he charged at the latter.

“This… What is he trying to do?” This scene dumbfounded everyone. Was Ye Qingtian insane? Did he know how strong a Quasi-Saint at the Indigo Origin Phase was? There were already no odds of him winning this fight, and what Feng Shaoyu said was right. Ye Qingtian could still live if he surrendered, or death would be his only outcome.

“He’s insane!” Ye Ziling couldn’t help feeling nervous for some reason. Everyone else from the Sword Sect also wore grave expressions. As for Zhao Yan, who knew Ye Qingtian’s true identity, his face turned pale as he strongly clenched his right fist.

“Since you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wish, then!” Feng Shaoyu roared with murderous intent gushing out. With a snort, the bizarre crimson eye in the sky released a crimson sword ray, tearing apart the space that was in its path.

But Lin Yun suddenly swung the back of his hand, and the Flower Burial Sword dashed out, cutting the crimson sword ray apart.

Everyone...