What Was Going On

Feng Xing stared in disbelief at the sword plunged into his chest. He could not understand why Lin Jun had refused.

Wasn't this man afraid of death?

Lin Jun swept his sword sideways, cleaving Feng Xing in two from top to bottom and scattering him across the ground.

There was still no resistance whatsoever. After being severed by Lin Jun's sword, Feng Xing showed no signs of recovering. His body slowly withered away; that strike had drained every last drop of blood from his body.

Just like that, Feng Xing fell completely, dying beneath Lin Jun's sword.

Looking at the Demon-Slaying Sword, once more filled to the brim with blood, Lin Jun could not help sighing at how much more effective this sword was against these Mutants than against Demons and Sea Demons.

As for becoming a Sea Demon... heh, hadn't Feng Xing said it himself? Those people did not want more people turning into Sea Demons to compete for resources. If so, why would they allow Lin Jun to become a Sea Demon? Lin Jun was not weak in the slightest.

He had never intended to let Lin Jun live.

But the parts about the Mutants and the Demon Kingdom were most likely true.

"Brother!"

At that moment, Yang Wan, who had been hiding to the side and watching the show, suddenly shouted and pointed behind Lin Jun.

"Watch out!"

Without even turning his head, Lin Jun slashed behind him with a single stroke. A miserable scream immediately rang out from behind him.

Only then did Lin Jun slowly turn around. In the lake behind him, ten flying dragons had surfaced in full, each as revolting from the bottom of one's heart as the Black Dragon in the Desolate Sea.

Not far from Lin Jun, a flying dragon split