Under the chaotic battlefield, Lin Yun held the Flower Burial Sword and charged in Zhao Wuji’s direction. He gave off a powerful aura with his hair fluttering in the wind, allowing his murderous intent to wreak havoc without concealing it.

“You want to kill me? Haha, you must be courting death!” Zhao Wuji sneered. He wasn’t panicking because his bodyguard wasn’t just the Indigo Origin Phase Quasi-Saint beside him. He was cocky, and naturally offended many people in the dark. Someone like him cherished his life the most, and he would never put himself in a dangerous position.

Lin Yun went on a rampage as he charged forth, killing deacons and disciples of the Black Plume Palace with an attack. No one beneath the Quasi-Saint Realm could withstand an attack from him. In such a short time, Lin Yun had already taken twenty lives, and no one dared to stand in his path anymore.

It didn’t take long for Lin Yun to be a hundred meters away from Zhao Wuji as a mountain of corpses appeared behind him. But Zhao Wuji didn’t look worried as he allowed Lin Yun’s murderous intent to blow over.

Four masked figures dashed over before Lin Yun could take a step forth. They were Zhao Wuji’s soldiers, all at the Azure Origin Phase Quasi-Saint. They were stronger than Black Plume...