When the grey-clothed youth looked at the sinister-looking mask that Lin Yun wore, his face became grave. He started transferring his origin energy into the sword in his right hand while he looked at Lin Yun. At the same time, Lin Yun’s words reverberated in his mind.

“Who is this guy?” The faces of the inner disciples beneath the stone statue changed.

The inner disciple that went by the name of Mu Ling spoked out coldly, “It’s just an act. Isn’t he just a little capable?”

They were getting annoyed that an outer disciple actually threatened them. Not even the nineteenth ranked Gu Feiyun had the guts to do that.

Lin Qiushan and her team were getting nervous, even though they were standing in the back. They had no idea if Lin Yun was boasting.

“What should we do? Nothing will happen to Big Brother Zhong, right?” asked Lin Yan with a hint of concern flashing in her eyes.

“Isn’t this Zhong Yunxiao a little too arrogant?”

“That’s right. His opponent is an inner disciple after all. It looks like we have no choice but to hand over the Swordcloud Cores.”

“Damn it. These inner disciples have an advantage over us in their...