As the rose bloomed like the wind, Liu Yu was blown away. When he landed on the ground, his internal energy was completely shattered.

Boom!

Hundreds of petals drifted in the air and exploded.

His face was pale with disbelief as he never imagined that he would be sent flying by Lin Yun.

Even if he was sent flying out, he was filled with disbelief that someone who was in the eighth stage of the Martial Path could injure him.

“You… how did you do that?!”

As Liu Yu spoke, he accidentally opened his wound and moaned in pain..

As Lin Yun landed on the ground, he did not have any expression on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

The Rose Sword Art wasn’t an ordinary Xiantian Art, and it was a technique left behind by that mysterious man in the painting.

Back then when he was in the seventh stage of the Martial Path, his comprehension in the Sword Dao...