Ling Yun smiled, not expecting Shi Potian to still be unafraid. How interesting!
"I feel like I've seen these runes of yours somewhere!"
Ling Yun frowned and rubbed his temples.
Suddenly, a flash crossed his mind, and he asked with a smile, "What relation are you to Sword Emperor Yan Tian of the Third Heaven?"
"Hahaha, what, are you scared?" Shi Potian assumed Ling Yun had seen through his trump card.
"Scared? Why should I be? Sooner or later, I'm going to settle accounts with that old bastard Yan Tian."
Ling Yun remembered that he had killed Sword Emperor Yan Tian's three disciples, and later, when Yan Tian tried to forcibly seize the Fire Lotus Petal, he had injured him.
The crowd: "..."
Was this fellow courting death? He had already provoked the giant Cathem Alliance and the Star Palace, and now he had gone and provoked the Third Heaven. Even if he managed to survive the Monster Domain, who knew what kind of horrific torture awaited him.
In the eyes of the crowd, Ling Yun was already a dead man walking.
"Hmph, judging by your tone, you have a grudge against my disciple. Just as well, I'll help him get rid of you."
Damn it!
Hearing Shi Potian's words, the crowd was utterly shocked. The master of Sword Emperor Yan Tian—just how powerful would he be?!
"Hahaha, then come on." Ling Yun crossed his arms, as he also wanted to experience Sword Emperor Yan Tian's master's swordsmanship.
The crowd blushed with embarrassment at his words; each thing he said was more arrogant than the last!
"A single sword stirs winds and clouds, none can withstand its might—become food for my sword!"
Shi Potian's momentum surged, and a small object suddenly appeared in his hand. Was that a small sword?