Everyone was staring at Lin Yun. No one would want to bow down to someone else, so they understood how Lin Yun felt. However, Lin Yun was just as calm as when he beat up Tang Yan.

Lin Yun’s eyes flashed with disdain, “Sorry, but I don’t have a habit of becoming a dog. If you’re willing to hand over the Flamecloud Incinerating Palm, I can consider sparing your life. As for becoming my dog, you’re not qualified!”

Lin Yun would never become someone’s lackey, not to ...