Lin Yun looked at the Phoenix Blood Sword Soul that the Heavenly Yi Saint Lord left behind. This was a treasure, and he must obtain it no matter what.

“Ye Qingtian, we have to determine a winner today!” Wang Muyan gritted her teeth, looking at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun smiled, “It looks like you were only sweet-talking. You don’t really have me in your heart like what you’ve said.”

“I’m very angry now!” Wang Muyan said, glaring at Lin Yun.

“How do you want to compete, then?” Lin Yun asked.

“That’s simple. We’ll see whose version of the Dragon Sun and Moon Seal is stronger,” Wang Muyan said.

“Sure. I intended on the same thing,” Lin Yun said after a brief pondering.

Lin Yun and Wang Muyan faced each other with ten meters between them, waiting for the other party to reveal their flaws. Wang Muyan’s cultivation might only be at the Nirvana Stage's ninth transformation, but a mysterious power was sealed within her body. Thus, Lin Yun didn’t dare to underestimate her.

“Flower Burial, please go easy on me,” Wang Muyan smiled, then she stepped...