Lin Yun didn’t put up with Tuoba Hong’s provocation and refuted his words, and his comment caused an uproar in the surroundings, making everyone nervous. After all, Tuoba Hong was a primordial beast, not a human cultivator possessing a demonic beast’s bloodline.0

The Heavenly Moonhowl Wolf could be considered a Saint Beast, and yet Lin Yun called it a dog. This was too ruthless.0

“Does he not know that Tuoba Hong has a fiery temper? He’s courting death,” Jiang Ziyao coldly said. “Tuoba Hong has long reached the eighth-stage Saint Lord, and he can kill a seventh-stage Saint Lord with a punch. As a primordial beast, he’s practically invincible against those who are at the same cultivation.”1

The other geniuses continued to watch with a smile on their faces. As for the spectators, their faces also changed.0

Veins popped on Tuoba Hong’s face as the moon on his forehead shone brightly. He coldly said, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, “You think you can enrage me this way? Well, you’re only a seventh-stage Saint Lord, so you naturally have to resort to tricks if you want to defeat me.”2

Shaking his head,...0