Lin Yun and Wang Muyan stood in a confrontation on the Flame Dragon’s skull that looked like a cliff.0

Wang Muyan glanced at the three fleeing holy land groups with a gentle sneer.1

Lin Yun also noticed this scene, and his face changed a little.0

“Lin Yun, the three holy lands have already left. Do you want to carry on fighting?” Wang Muyan asked with one brow raised as she looked at Lin Yun.0

“What do they have to do with me? I just found it a pity that they fled before I could settle the scores with them,” Lin Yun smiled.2

Wang Muyan couldn’t help smiling upon hearing that. As her hair began to flutter, she looked charming as she recalled the past while looking at Lin Yun. “You’re still the same as before, when you were in the Heavenly Dao Sect. You’re so arrogant even though you’re in trouble.”0

Lin Yun was calm as he replied, “I never boast, and you should know that.”0

Dropping her smile, Wang Muyan pridefully said, “You took three palms from...0