Lin Lang studied Commander Yun. He was tall, with a high nose bridge, and his eyes in particular were blue, like a hawk's.
Perhaps because he wielded great power, he also carried the imposing air of someone long accustomed to high office.
But compared with Lin Lang, he fell short in every respect.
"You know who I am, and you still want to resist?"
Commander Yun stared at Lin Lang. Hadn't Lin Lang gone into seclusion after killing Southern Shaolin's Holy Monk?
At their level, wasn't a single stint in seclusion supposed to take a long time?
Even if Lin Lang's extraordinary talent meant he needed less time, he should have attacked the cities garrisoned by Prince of Ruyang's Manor. Why had he come here?
"Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming, what are you doing here? Our Prince of Liang's Manor has done nothing to offend you."
As Commander Yun spoke, he secretly surveyed his surroundings, considering how to escape.
He had no confidence whatsoever in attacking Lin Lang.
When Jinlun Fawang had emerged from seclusion, he had paid him a visit. He had failed to withstand even three moves.
Yet Lin Lang had killed Jinlun Fawang, and the even stronger Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin. He could never be a match for him.
Lin Lang walked over and sat directly opposite Commander Yun. "What are you talking about? Whether I want to deal with you has nothing to do with whether you've offended me."
Commander Yun: "..."
Suddenly, he looked behind Lin Lang. "Attack!"
As he spoke, he flung a curved saber and retreated at top speed.
He could not beat Lin Lang, but that did not necessarily mean he could not escape.
Even Martial Venerable Bi Xuan back in those days could not match his lightness skill.
Lin Lang