Ling Yun had the strength to kill a Demon King.
Seeing that his loyal servant was on the verge of death, the evil Silver Spirit flashed forward, dragging a large saber and slashing it toward Ling Yun.
Ling Yun smiled playfully, waving the sword radiance at his fingertips and bringing it down in a vertical split, sending a terrifying shockwave rippling outward.
The evil Silver Spirit's gaze narrowed as dense demonic energy spread from within his body, and his saber shadows roared out like a fierce tiger.
Boom!
Amidst the collision of the two forces, sparks flew in all directions and the void shook.
At that moment, the evil Silver Spirit also put away all his contempt. In his eyes, the Ling Yun before him was already a formidable rival on the same level.
He truly had not expected that Ling Yun possessed such deeply hidden strength.
Ling Yun sneered; he had not experienced this feeling of toying with someone for a long time.
"You have some skill, Your Excellency, but just who are you?"
"You certainly talk a lot of nonsense."
Ling Yun's gaze was indifferent as he once again waved his fingertip Sword Qi. The Sword Qi seemed to carry the force to shatter ten thousand jun, and a fierce sword wave roared outward, directly shattering the narrow path ahead.
The evil Silver Spirit's body was forcefully driven back by the demonic energy, color draining from his face in panic as he stared fixedly at Ling Yun!
Moreover, Ling Yun's cold attitude and tone seemed to completely disregard him, and how could he endure this?
The evil Silver Spirit surged with fury, charging forward with a saber in one hand while suddenly thrusting out with his other hand.
Black Demon Fist!
Vigorous demonic energy converged completely around his