Mu Qianxue’s cheeks trembled under Lin Yun’s gaze, feeling reluctant. The surrounding area also fell silent, finally realising that Lin Yun was serious about what he said.1

Looking at Can Jue with his severed arms, Mu Qianxue’s complexion became terrifyingly pale. He knew that severing the arms and legs wasn’t fatal to a Saint, since they could stop the blood by relying on their powerful life force. It would only take them half a month to recover from their injuries. But seeing that Can Jue was still bleeding from his wounds, Lin Yun had left his sword intent within Can Jue’s wounds on purpose, and that was the Quasi-Bright Sun Sword Intent. If they didn’t have the help of a senior, it would take them a few months to recover.1

“I won’t give up…” Mu Qianxue said. Right now, he wanted to surrender in this fight before competing for a lotus and no longer wanted to be involved.0

“I know what you’re thinking, but you can give up. What you want to do is impossible, so I’ll let you make a move...0