Lin Yun’s deafening roar was like a wave that slapped Trueorigin’s face. His words shocked everyone present. Who was Trueorigin? He was a titled figure on the same level as Drifting Goblet and he was someone qualified to fight Qin Yu in this competition.

He had built up his prestige through the competition and he had never been barked at by someone in this manner, especially the way Lin Yun did it. Since the start of the competition, Lin Yun had slowly stolen the limelight with his sword.

But who would have imagined that Lin Yun would have such an insane side? In the guest seats, Trueorigin’s face was dark. The Heavenly Profound Sect’s elders and disciples were trembling with rage from Lin Yun’s arrogance.

“Hahaha!” Trueorigin laughed and he stood up from his seat. His killing aura flowed...