Lin Yun’s laughter continued to echo throughout the valley as everyone watched Lin Yun with shock.1

“That’s the Heavenly Dragon Lord?”0

“Isn’t the Radiant’s lineage a little too unfathomable?”0

“I’m afraid even a Sword Immortal can’t do any better than him.” Even after a long time had passed, everyone was still shocked as they looked at the mountains that were split apart by Lin Yun’s sword. This was shocking because it stretched to a thousand miles away, looking like it had stretched to the other side of heaven.0

“How can I possibly compete with him,” Qu Wushuang sighed, shaking his head.0

“Young Master Wushuang, do you want to chase after him?” A Saint Lord of the Divine Dao Pavilion asked. Not many dared to say that, aside from the holy lands and a few others, at this moment. After all, god knows how many casualties were there in the valley because of Lin Yun, and there was no way a third-stage Saint Lord could stop him.0

Only fourth-stage Saint Lords might be able to defeat him, but even so, it was another question if they could force him to remain. But fourth-stage Saint Lords were trump cards of the various holy lands, and they were meant to compete for the divine flames. So it was too early to reveal them now.1

“We won’t get...1