A Challenge

A giant leap!

Zhao Xin had already reached You Yue and was about to take her down when the latter froze, thinking, What a terrifying gaze.

"Enough!"

Ling Yun shouted.

"Brother Yun, she... she..." Zhao Xin desperately wanted to say that she might have learned about those matters!

Ling Yun waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

Only then did Zhao Xin withdraw his hand. His expression returned to normal as he looked at You Yue with a half-smile.

You Yue's face had turned deathly pale from fright, and she could not utter a word.

A moment later!

She calmed herself and walked off the stage.

"If there's nothing else, then this Ten Thousand Races Conference is over." Ling Yun turned and spoke.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Ling Yun was preparing to leave, and that no one else was speaking, Sword Emperor Yan Tian called out.

Ling Yun did not even turn his head. His tone was ice-cold. "What is it?"

This attitude greatly displeased Sword Emperor Yan Tian, yet he could do nothing about it.

"This is a challenge letter!" Sword Emperor Yan Tian remained exceedingly respectful. He clasped his fists, took a letter from his storage ring, and sent it floating toward Ling Yun.

Ling Yun turned around and stared at the challenge letter before him. He chuckled softly and asked curiously, "Whose is it? Why didn't he deliver it himself?"

East Divine Venerable caught it with one hand and opened it!

Sword Emperor Yan Tian replied, "On the way here, a subordinate of Asura King from the Devil Race entrusted it to me. I owe him a favor, so I was embarrassed to refuse."

Everyone was intensely curious as well. Not a single person left, and all their eyes focused on East Divine Venerable.

"Emperor Lord, Asura