Lin Yun didn’t hold back. His saint radiance was as bright as the sun. He soared to the sky and faced the fifth-stage Saint Lord’s palm head-on under the latter’s shocked gaze, shattering the latter’s dipper energy.0

“H-How is this possible?” The fifth-stage Saint Lord threw out a mouthful of blood and looked at Lin Yun with shock. Even if Lin Yun reached the Saint Realm, he was only a second-stage Saint Lord, and the three stages differed. He couldn’t accept that he lost so easily, even before Lin Yun used his sword intent. He threw out another mouthful of blood and took a few steps back. He was too heavily injured and couldn’t fight any longer.0

Lin Yun inwardly sneered as he looked at the fifth-stage Saint Lord’s retreating figure. Even before he became a Saint, he could heavily injure the Ying River King by relying on his sword intent. He had transformed after becoming a Saint, and he would have made a breakthrough in vain if he couldn’t injure his...0