Luo Yuhang’s face turned red when he heard Lin Yun’s words. He looked up at Lin Yun, who wore a playful smile and then gnashed his teeth, “I never imagined that someone as shameless as you existed in the Sword Firmament Pavilion. Your actual cultivation is clearly in the ninth stage, but you lied to me on purpose!”

“I lied to you? I don’t recall claiming that I’m only in the eighth stage. You’re the one who declared that you can defeat me with your cultivation in the eighth stage when you saw me,” sneered Lin Yun. “What’s the matter? You forgot what you said so quickly?”

“What does it have to do with you? You’re just a piece of garbage. If I had used my full strength at the beginning, do you think that you could defeat me? You’re just a clown…” Luo Yuhang wiped the blood off the corner of his lips and he snorted, “I can’t be bothered to talk with you anymore.”

Luo Yuhang wanted to summon his sword back and return it to the sheath. But his sword was suddenly stepped on by a foot. The sword was a swordsman’s...