Having said that, he transformed into a blur and shot off in the direction from which the aura came.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Behind them, countless afterimages followed closely.
Soon, Lin Yunxiao led everyone to the scene.
The horrific scene was shocking.
"Ye Feng!"
Lin Yunxiao saw Ye Feng at first glance and was slightly taken aback.
What a small world! I never expected to run into you here.
Recalling the various humiliations he had suffered at Ye Feng's hands, Lin Yunxiao's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at Ye Feng, his eyes fixed on no one else. With his hand on his longsword, he walked step by step toward Ye Feng.
He could sense that Ye Feng's cultivation level had not improved at all compared to before; in fact, it had dropped considerably.
He is now confident that he can defeat his opponent within ten moves.
"Hmph, cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind."
"Your arrogance and haughtiness have led to a decline in your cultivation level and a drop in your realm, which is understandable."
"Now I challenge you to avenge my defeat."
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Lin Yunxiao drew his long sword from his waist with a fierce determination to avenge his previous humiliation, his body emanating a terrifying sword aura.
Completely unaware that everyone around him was looking at him like he was an idiot.
Hatred can cloud one's mind.
Lin Yunxiao is now focused solely on defeating Ye Feng and has no time to spare for anything else.
Ye Feng didn't even bother to glance at him, as if he were facing thin air, and turned to leave, completely ignoring him.
Lin Yunxiao strode forward to stop the other party, and sneered.
"Ye Feng, what's wrong? Are you scared?"
"You never thought you'd get this day, did you? I'll get back every single one of the humiliations you inflicted on me before."
"I will prove to the world that I, Lin Yunxiao, am a thousand times stronger than you, Ye Feng..."
Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly came from behind, sounding somewhat impatient.
"Excuse me, could you move aside?"
Lin Yunxiao didn't turn his head and said angrily.
"Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here? If you don't want to die, get the hell out of my way."
Then an eerie silence fell.
Lin Yunxiao felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and couldn't help but shiver. He turned around and was slightly taken aback.
Behind him knelt a middle-aged man whose face was swollen like a purple eggplant and whose hair was in a mess.
When he saw the person clearly, he was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You, you, you are Geng, Geng Jian..."
Who has such great power that they can make the leader of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect kneel down?
Looking behind him, my jaw almost dropped.
A large group of elite disciples from Mount Shu, including Sima Xinghe, knelt on the ground and crawled forward on their knees under Geng Jian's leadership, shouting slogans.
"Please, God Ye, spare my life!"
The man he so admired, the pillar of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, was now kneeling at Ye Feng's feet like a dog, begging for mercy.
In an instant, Lin Yunxiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He felt all his efforts had vanished into nothingness. His face turned pale and then red, and he almost fainted as his vision went black...
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