The Bloodwing Pavilion’s party walked over with three crimson-clothed old men in the lead. They were all in the lesser Yin-Yang stage, including the old man who spoke earlier. He was the inner sect’s Grand Elder and he was the strongest of the bunch.

But Lin Yun wasn’t fazed when facing the three elders’ pressure because of his sword intent. He only raised his brow and looked around to see that the Heavenly Soul Realm’s expert hadn’t moved. The old man was probably ...