He glared at Jian Tianming, his voice low as thunder.
"Bloodthirsty Heavenly Sword... Jian Tianming! How dare you set foot in Great Yan Territory?!"
As he spoke, his peripheral vision happened to catch sight of Chen Lin, and he couldn't help furrowing his brow.
What was with this kid? At a time like this, he was still standing there in a daze. Did he have a death wish?
Chen Lin discreetly probed with his Spiritual Sense, and his heart jolted. He hadn't expected Jian Wansheng's cultivation to have already broken through to the Dharma Aspect Second Level.
Had he found such an opportunity in that ruin?
Jian Tianming's cold gaze swept over the two of them. Suddenly, he let out a hoarse, eerie chuckle, the sound like a blade scraping against bone, sending chills down their spines. "Pure Yang Sword Art? Heh, I can't believe I'd run into a disciple of the Pure Yang Sword Sect here..."
He slowly shook his head, his tone full of mockery and disdain.
"What, is this the help you found?" Jian Tianming sneered. "A mere Dharma Aspect Second Level cultivator thinks he can stop me?"
In his eyes, this man had to be reinforcements Chen Lin had brought in. Otherwise, why would he have appeared so suddenly?
Hearing that, Jian Wansheng inwardly groaned. He vaguely realized he'd been caught up in a huge storm.
His expression changed drastically. He hurriedly lowered his voice and cried out to Chen Lin, "Brother, run! This man is no ordinary opponent. Neither of us can stand against him!"
Yet Chen Lin didn't retreat a single step. Instead, the corners of his mouth lifted into a knowing smile, as if everything were under his control.
In the next instant, Killing Intent surged in Jian Tianming's eyes like a raging