Chen Xin vs. Lin Yan

"Do I have to think that way?"

"Heh~"

Chen Xin let out a cold laugh and advanced toward Lin Yan step by step.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black! All nine Spirit Rings appeared! The azure Seven Kill Sword emerged into the air, and the pressure unique to a level 96 Titled Douluo spread in full, enveloping the entire hall!

The reception hall instantly seemed to have sunk into a swamp of sword aura. Everyone felt their brows tighten and their breathing become labored.

"How interesting!"

"Looks like you're not very clear on your own status, are you? You actually dared to speak to me with that attitude!"

Now that Lin Yan was no longer respectful and submissive before the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was an act of "great disrespect"!

Thus, even if Ning Rongrong pleaded for him today, Chen Xin had no intention of letting Lin Yan off easily.

At the side of the crowd, Xue Qinghe watched this "farce." As he observed the expression of Lin Yan, one of the people involved, he began making calculations in secret.

"This guy doesn't look like an idiot. If he still dared to say such things to Chen Xin, could he have some trump card or backing?"

"But Heaven Dou City has never seen anyone like him before?"

In the hall.

Under the immense Soul Pressure, cold sweat continuously seeped from Lin Yan's forehead. Every muscle in his body was tense, and even his nails had dug into his flesh.

That was the Soul Pressure of a level 96 Titled Douluo. If a Spirit King's physique was not strong enough, they could even be crushed directly into a pulp.

Yet Lin Yan kept his lips tightly pressed together without uttering a sound. His golden eyes