Ji Feng trembled under Lin Yun’s question. That was too much, but he didn’t dare to reply. Regardless of the Ying River King or the Asura Dove King, they weren’t existences he could afford to provoke, and they could easily kill him with one finger. Seeing Ji Feng’s reaction, Lin Yun smiled.4

The three Demonspirits on the Sword Mound were all second-stage Saint Lords and had long condensed their dipper auras. In addition to their identity as the Demonspirit Clan, the three were comparable to five Horizon Hawk Saint Lords, at the very least.0

“You go lure one of them away. If you can survive, I’ll give you a droplet of divine blood,” Lin Yun gave his promise as he looked at Ji Feng.0

“You have divine blood with you?” Ji Feng’s eyes lit up. His strength could be greatly boosted if he had divine blood.0

“Not right now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have it in the future.” Lin Yun didn’t have any divine blood with him. He did have a droplet of the Heavenly Dragon’s blood, but that was even rarer than divine blood.1

Just when Ji Feng wanted to refute what Lin Yun said, Lin Yun said as he reached out with a bottle...0