Facing a fourth-stage Saint Lord, Lin Yun didn’t dare to be careless and decided to bring out all his trump cards. His Quasi-Divine Light Sword Intent, Sword Dao, Wind Dao, Lightning Dao, and even his constellation. As he circulated the two sword canons, he swung his sword and unleashed an even more powerful sword ray than before.2

“How pathetic!” The Crow Shot Saint Lord was indifferent as he spread his arms apart with flames soaring to the sky, forming a pillar of flames. Clenching his fist together, boundless saint energy gathered in his hand as the Yin-Yang Millstone in his violet palace began to circulate.1

When he clenched his fist, the aura that his fist gave off left fine cracks out in the space. His fist was like a bright sun, burning with flames that manifested into a terrifying skull. This was a martial technique of the Heavenly Flame Sect, the Heavenly Ghost Fist. Not only did it require high attainment in flames, but they also had to gather yin-attributed sacred flames, and the process was painful. This was why it was lethal.1

Hearing what the Crow Shot Saint Lord said, Lin Yun didn’t dare to take the former’s strength lightly. As the punch and sword ray clashed, cracks appeared on the...0