What makes someone a genuine swordsman? What kind of genius deserved to be called a monstrous genius? Only someone who could reduce everything to ashes like Lin Yun deserved to be called a genuine swordsman and a monstrous genius!

The sword buzz continued to envelop heaven and earth as the dazzling light from the rose blinded everyone’s eyes. The terrible deaths of the three Bloodwing Pavilion’s elders were still fresh in everyone’s mind and their hearts jolted violently.

When everything settled down, Lin Yun’s youthful figure was clearly revealed before everyone’s eyes as he sheathed his sword. Lin Yun was at the center of attention.

“They’re dead?”

“Are they really dead?” Everyone recovered from their shock after a long time with disbelief in their voices.

“Are they really dead? Isn’t he a little too terrifying? He managed to kill three Yin-Yang...