“We’re fortunate that the seal dissipated.” Zhang Yuan was covered in sweat as he had no confidence in facing Ji Wuye. It felt as though he had barely missed the gates to hell.

“Ji Wuye might be brutal, but he has the strength to back it up.”

“Not many people can have such a refined killing aura.” The other Heavenly Sword Sect’s disciples also gasped for their breath.

“Thanks for that, Senior Sister Mo Ling.” Among the group, Lin Yun was undoubtedly the calmest. Even without the Seven Slaughtering Seal, he could also face Ji Wuye’s killing aura with his xiantian sword intent.

“It’s fine. But don’t be so impulsive in the future. Ji Wuye had been ganged up on by several experts in the previous Draconic Banquet and he survived it. Four years have passed, so he’s only stronger,” said Mo Ling with a grave expression.

Lin Yun wanted...