The god-like man strode among the clouds, like a celestial being descended to earth.

At this moment, Lin Yu was drinking tea and reading a newspaper by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor.

Feng Jiu walked in with a solemn expression.

"Young Marshal, a saint-like being has descended and is challenging us to battle outside!"

"Hmm, I see it now, isn't that the idiot standing on the cloud?"

"Could he be a saint from an ancient martial arts clan?" Feng Jiu couldn't help but wonder.

Lin Yu shook his head. "The ancient martial arts clan wouldn't be that stupid! It's too high-profile!"

"Lin Yu, you brat! I am Shangguan Du, come out and face your death!" Boom!

A loud roar came from outside, like a bolt from the blue.

The words "Prepare to die" echoed continuously at an altitude of 10,000 meters, spreading outwards to both banks of the river.

"You're asking for death!" Feng Jiu clenched her fists tightly, unable to resist the urge to go out.

But then it suddenly occurred to me that I probably couldn't beat them, so I awkwardly stopped.

"Young Marshal, can you really tolerate this? Aren't you going to deal with him?"

Lin Yu looked indifferent and said disdainfully, "If he calls me, I have to go out. Wouldn't that make me lose face?"

Feng Jiu pursed her lips. "But judging from his appearance, he probably won't leave unless he dies here today!"

"Don't worry, someone will take care of him!" Lin Yu's lips curled up slightly.

The words had barely left his mouth when, bang!

A sound like a glass wall shattering came from behind.

From the room next door, a woman wearing a black bodysuit with an amazing figure walked out.

She stepped out of the room and floated away, as if walking on air.