Lin Yun, who appeared out of nowhere, shocked the Demonflame Sect’s disciples. But when they saw that he only had an eighth stage cultivation, they became arrogant again. “The Sword Firmament Pavilion dares to interfere in the Demonflame Sect’s affairs?”

“If you’re tactful, you’ll get lost. Otherwise, we’ll let you taste how the Demonflame Sect tortures others. First, we’ll break all your bones and then we’ll burn you with demonic flames.” The two weaker cultivators were laughing with disdain.

The grey-clothed youth with cultivation in the ninth stage spoke out, “He’s just a disciple of the Sword Firmament Pavilion. It doesn’t matter if you kill him. Why are you guys wasting so much time talking to him?”

“Very well. I hate wasting time too.” Lin Yun unleashed his quasi-xiantian sword intent. This made the falling leaves become like sharp blades. When he drew his sword, he became like a bright moon that...