Lin Yun’s arrogance shocked everyone, and had made the Ying River King’s murderous intent become even more terrifying.1

Zhao Tianyu’s face changed when he thought about the information he had received. He said, “You’re not required to deal with him. Let me deal with him, instead.”1

“Who are you looking down on? Let me do it, instead. Anyhow, someone like him will be a threat if he’s not eradicated,” the Ying River King smiled. He seemed amicable and didn’t look like a Demonspirit but a gentleman; however, his smile gave off a terrifying chill.1

Everyone felt that their eyes were dazzled with faint ripples spreading out in the sky as the Ying River King appeared before Lin Yun. With a wave of his hand, a bizarre curved blade appeared in his hand that was imprinted with gorgeous patterns, giving off a demonic radiance.0

“This is the Heavenly Moon Blade, a Fourspirit Glory Saint Artifact. It has been a long time since I used it. You’re worthy of being decapitated by it,” the Ying River King said indifferently.0

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