To his surprise, Zhao Jiufeng ignored Zhao Sanshan completely.
He merely gave Zhao Sanshan a cold glance, then rolled over and got to his feet.
As though Zhao Sanshan were a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
He stared at the blade in Li Yun's hand, his eyes cold and venomous.
"I miscalculated!"
"I thought that fight with the Baleful Corpse had really drained you. I didn't realize you were putting on an act for me."
"But do you think you've won?"
"Heh—"
A strange laugh escaped Zhao Jiufeng's lips.
Then he charged at Li Yun, lunging at him like a madman.
Zhao Sanshan flew into a rage. "Zhao Jiufeng, don't you dare... Stop!"
But Zhao Jiufeng did not respond.
His body suddenly went rigid before Li Yun. A mass of black light burst from him and shot straight toward Li Yun.
"A Yin Ghost!!!"
At the sight, Zhao Sanshan and his two sons were stunned. Fear spread across their faces.
The Baleful Corpse was something they had never heard of, but they feared the mysterious Yin Ghost even more.
The Yin Ghost clearly knew it could not defeat Li Yun in a direct fight. It meant to catch him off guard and seize his body.
If the Yin Ghost took control of Li Yun, the consequences were too terrible for them to imagine.
Fortunately, Li Yun was no greenhorn. On Blue Star, he had only just stepped onto the path of Martial Dao, but in the Gate of Myriad Wonders, he had lived for hundreds of billions of years. What underhanded trick had an old monster like him not seen?
He already knew something was wrong with Zhao Jiufeng. How could he have been unprepared?
A cold smile spread across Li Yun's face.
Azure light flashed around