“That’s right.” Lin Xun nodded, calm and composed as ever.0

Ling Xuehen grinned, flashing his snow-white teeth. “Come, come, come! I’m right here! I’d love to see how you plan to deal with me!”0

A supreme Emperor Ancestor dared to provoke him so brazenly. It was like an ant challenging a dragon soaring in the sky. Many Ancestor-level experts of the Yao and Ling Clans burst into laughter, their eyes full of ridicule.  0

Previously, they had thought highly of Lin Xun. He was a successor of Fangchun Mountain, and a heaven-defying figure who had carved a path of slaughter from the First Heaven Domain to the Fifth. Now, he had appeared in the Luo Clan.0

However, he just seemed arrogant and ignorant…0

Lu Boya and the others exchanged glances and couldn’t help smiling faintly, even feeling a touch of sympathy for Ling Xuehen. If he knew that Lin Xun was the one who slain Luo Yunshan and Luo Yunhe, would he still dare to look down on him like this?1

“I’ll deal with Yao Tianhan.” Luo Xiu stepped forward, pale violet immortal laws curling around him, coalescing into a divine ring that revolved slowly around him. Within the ring, a vague phantom sat in quiet meditation, divine and motionless. 0

The Immortal Halo! It...0