Yan Tie was so confident in himself that he didn’t even give Lin Yun a chance to speak and immediately unleashed his attack, drawing his sword. When sword rays flickered, his black sword rays were accompanied by a deathly aura that streaked across the air like lightning.
“Death Intent!”
“That’s the Death Sword Intent, one of the strongest sword intents one could grasp. It’s no wonder why he’s so confident.” An exclamation broke out from the crowd, and they looked at Yan Tie with shock.
Lin Yun avoided this sword ray, while sensing a similarity in the black sword ray with nether energy. The scent of death could corrode all lives, and Death Intent was hard to grasp. So it was even harder to merge it into one’s sword intent.
As ghostly wails resounded, two black sword rays turned into a violent storm that charged towards Lin Yun. The storm made his clothes and hair flutter in the wind before he thrust his sword forth twice.
When a loud explosion resounded, the two deadly storms shattered. The chaotic air current swept Yan Tie within it as he thrust his sword, unleashing a deadly storm with each sword.
Lin Yun was well aware of how terrifying the power of death was, and it would strike a significant blow to his dragon origin if he came in contact with it. The corrosiveness of it wasn’t something he could quickly recover from, even with the Blue Dragon Saint Physique. He knew that he had ran into a formidable foe now.
Most importantly, not only was Yan Tie’s cultivation at the ninth-pulse Dragon Pulse Realm, each of his dragon pulses were at two thousand eight hundred feet, which placed Lin Yun under tremendous pressure.
“Holy shit! His Death Sword Intent is really terrifying!”
“This Martial Dao Tea Party is exciting with crouching tigers and hidden dragons!”
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