Half a day later, Lin Yan landed on a desolate island several dozen li across, his expression cold, a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
Wang Qingshan had taken part in the Sword Tournament held by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and his fame had soared, so Lin Yan had naturally seen Wang Qingshan's portrait. Wang Qingshan's cultivation was the same as his own, and Lin Yan was not afraid of him. He had a Dual Spirit Root and cultivated an Earth-Rank Technique; even if he was no match for him, he was confident he could retreat with his body intact.
Before long, Wang Qingshan caught up and stopped in the air above the island. Seeing that Lin Yan had stopped, he was somewhat alarmed and uncertain. He hurriedly released his divine sense, sweeping swiftly over the entire island, but discovered no aura of any other immortal cultivator.
"You dare pursue this old man. Your courage is not small."
Lin Yan said coldly, killing intent surging.
"Since you dare stop, your courage is not small either."
Wang Qingshan's tone was indifferent, and a cold glint swept through his eyes.
"Hmph. Then let us see whose courage is greater."
Lin Yan's face turned cold. Yellow light flashed in his hand, and a hazy yellow copper mirror appeared there. Along the edge of the copper mirror were some flame patterns.
A rumble rang out, and countless streams of Yellow Thunder Fire surged wildly from it, flying toward Wang Qingshan in a head-on deluge.
Wang Qingshan's expression remained as usual. With a shake of his sleeve, an Azure Flying Sword flew out and landed in his hand. With a light flick of his wrist, a vast swath of Azure Sword Qi shot out like a peacock spreading its tail, meeting the oncoming