After a long time later, Xin Yan sighed with a smile, “Junior Brother, you’re really unfathomable. You scared us again.”

“You don’t need to exaggerate...” replied Lin Yun.

The three core disciples of the Primal Origin Sect were strong. If he faced them before entering the Demonlotus Realm, he would just barely protect himself after using all his trump cards. But they were weaker than Feng Ye, who received a ranking in the previous Dragon Gate Competition.

They were elites, but not monstrous geniuses. His eyesight was now on a whole new level and he was no longer a small fry like how he was back then. He might still be weaker than the eight titles, but he would soon catch up to them.

The battle with Feng Ye had increased his confidence. With the quasi-xiantian sword intent, Lin Yun could walk out of the Great Qin Empire and make a name for himself sooner or later.

Chen Xuanjun looked at Lin Yun deeply. He had truly underestimated Lin Yun. Xin Yan and the other disciples of the Sword Firmament Pavilion didn’t witness how Lin Yun fought the three core disciples. But Chen Xuanjun had witnessed Lin Yun’s temperament and it was...