“Damn it!” Xiahou Yan, Chen Bing, and Huang Yancheng’s faces were ugly, with their smiles frozen on their faces.

But Lin Yun naturally wouldn’t stop there. He leaned forth, dashing like a golden crow and clashing swords with Xiahou Yan. The collision made sparks fly around and forced Xiahou Yan to take two steps back. As Lin Yun flicked his wrist, he was divided into two, using a sword to block Chen Bing and Huang Yancheng’s attacks.

As a cold light flickered in his ...