The atmosphere became tense as the four sects surrounded the Sword Firmament Pavilion. Wen Yanbo released his pressure and barked, “Lin Yun, do you dare to admit that you killed the core disciples of my sect?!”

“That’s interesting. Didn’t you send those three fools over to kill me? Is it really surprising that they died in my hands?” rebuted Lin Yun coldly. Lin Yun wasn’t panicking and he was even speaking in a mocking tone, which made Wen Yanbo’s face turn black.

“My Sevendespair Palace won’t interfere in your enmity with other sects. But you won’t be able to leave here alive if you don’t hand over Jing Jue’s interspatial pouch.” The Sevendespair Palace’s elders glared at Lin Yun.

“And the Yin-Yang Pellet that belonged to my Demonflame Sect’s Bai Yue!”

“You have to make up for our loss that Mu Xiuhan wasn’t able to enter the Black Lotus Palace. Otherwise, I’ll let you have a taste of my Bloodbone Sect’s 108...