Jin Xuanyi casually tossed his sword away, plunging it into the ground before slowly raising his hands as if lifting a mountain. The golden light around him had exploded with his innate saint aura being emitted from his pores.

This scene made Lin Yun’s eyes light up, and he asked, “Junior Brother Jin, how much innate saint aura have you accumulated?”

“Not much. About four hundred, what about you?” Jin Xuanyi smiled with pride filling in his pupils.

“About a ...