Seeing the killing aura in Lin Yun’s eyes, Tang Ying grew even more furious, especially after sensing the cultivators in the surroundings. “You bastard. You’re about to know the difference between someone in the greater Yin-Yang stage and the Yang stage. If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t want you to die so easily, I would’ve stepped on you and made you beg for your life!”

He believed that he could suppress anyone beneath the Yin-Yang stage, even if they were a genius. In his mind, as long as Lin Yun hadn’t reached the Yin-Yang stage, he would be easily crushed.

Consumed by his rage, Tang Ying moved. He took a step forward and poured his origin energy into his legs. With a gentle leap, the ground trembled as he arrived before Lin Yun. With a brutal and overbearing smile, Tang Ying threw his palm out at Lin Yun.

He didn’t use his sword, but the crimson glow around his palm was like a crimson sword. When his palm landed, it had the sharpness of sword intent...