Hummm.

Resplendent silver radiance blossomed from Lu Yun’s body. His hair, eyes, and every inch of his skin turned pure silver. Twin flames of silver also ignited in his eyes. Lu Yun’s battle strength rose explosively once more.

“Die!” He didn’t say a word to Li Zhen, redirecting his flying sword at the second step ghost king instead.

“Eh?!” The ghost king trembled and subconsciously twirled its sickle toward the silver sword light.

Kaboom!

Black and silver crashed against each other in the air. Lu Yun’s Stellar Sword came hurtling back to him and the ghost king’s sickle was also flung from its grasp.

“So strong! Since when did so many geniuses exist among the Hongmeng creatures?!” The king’s ghostly fire flickered with agitation. The strength behind the blade was almost on par with the little girl it’d been fighting!

“Die!” Having been given some breathing space, Qing Ting drilled her king grade flying sword through...