Lin Yun held onto the Flower Burial Sword in the hall lit by candles. 

“A mere swordsman in the seventh stage dares to attack me?” Feng Ye revealed a disdainful smile. He continued, “Don’t blame me for bullying you. I’ll let you go if you can take three attacks from me. Otherwise, kneel and offer me your treasures. Then, you’ll have to experience something worse than death!”

Feng Ye roared and his attitude changed drastically. His aura surged violently and his robust figure looked like a ferocious beast. When he stomped his foot, he left deep cracks on the ground. He might have a burly figure, but he was very agile. His speed wasn’t any inferior to Lin Yun’s Seven Profound Steps.

When the voice fell, his fist faced Lin Yun head-on. His fist might seem normal, but it was filled with power that could heavily injure a disciple in the ninth stage of the Profound Martial Realm. Lin Yun’s hair fluttered in the wind. Under this punch, Lin Yun was like a sapling.

But Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes and drew his sword. Accompanied by a heavy sword buzz, the sword drew a long arc in the air like the moon....