But before Lin Yun could think about it, he was already engulfed by the starlight. The starlight instantly sent tens of thousands of inspirations into Lin Yun’s mind. Each inspiration benefitted Lin Yun greatly.

Lin Yun was able to face the first eight starlights calmly because he didn’t know that there was danger in it. But now that this was his last chance, he was panicking.

What was the xiantian sword intent and what did it mean? Just how should he create his own sword? And would he die if he failed? But he promised Xin Jue that he would walk to the end!

“Haha, it’s impossible for you to become the champion, sword slave. You’ll be lucky if you can survive Trueorigin, but you actually think you can compete with me?”

“Brat, guess what I will request from the envoy when I become the champion?”

“No one can snatch my woman away from me. I will humiliate you back a hundredfold when I take back...