Lin Yun closed his eyes and meditated on a lone mountain with the Flower Burial Sword a hundred meters away from him. The Draconic Banquet would start soon. After Lin Yun stabilized his movement technique, he began to observe the sky, moon, and clouds to temper his heart.

He was ultimately a swordsman. No matter how powerful the Azure Dragon Enneaform, Seven Slaughtering Fist, and Cloudsoaring Art was, he still had to rely on his sword if he wanted to shine brightly in the Draconic Banquet.

After witnessing Yan Long’zi’s grace, Lin Yun realized the gap between him and the three kings and seven elites. His greatest strength was his spiritual sword intent. If he could push it to lesser mastery, his odds of winning would definitely be much greater.

The clouds before him were numerous like the ocean. But at...