Heavily injured by a single strike from Song Tianyang, Lin Yun struggled to his feet. His eyes, filled with an icy killing intent, were fixed on his opponent. Lin Yun coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and said, "A Demon Fiend from the Wuji Sect is truly something to behold."
"Heh. On the Celestial Spirit Continent, the strong command respect, and the weak have no say." Song Tianyang paid Lin Yun's taunt no mind. In his eyes, Lin Yun was far too weak to be worthy of his serious attention.
By now, if Lin Yun still couldn't tell that Song Tianyang intended to kill him, then he'd truly lived his life in vain.
Meanwhile, seeing Song Tianyang attack so directly, Mo Qingshui could no longer hold back. She immediately turned to Wan Tai and demanded coldly, "Master Wan, what is the meaning of this?"
"Oh, it means nothing. The youngsters are just sparring. We old folks shouldn't meddle in their affairs," Wan Tai replied with a smile.
