Lu Yu, who was originally indifferent, suddenly changed his color.

At this moment, he could already feel the terrifying power of Ling Yun's sword.

It can be said that Ling Yun was as ordinary as a docile lamb a moment ago.

Until now, just like a lamb peeling off its sheepskin, what is revealed is an ancient ferocious dragon.

Not only Lu Yu, but also anyone with a little bit of vision could feel the terror of Ling Yun's sword at this moment.

Suddenly many people looked frightened.

A top talent like Shen Xingye's scalp was numb.

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Shen Xingye's attainments in the art of swordsmanship are naturally extraordinary.

But when he saw Ling Yun's sword, he actually felt that his own sword was nothing more than this.

"impossible!"

Song Beilou looked extremely ugly and found it difficult to accept this fact.

Before this, he had always despised Ling Yun.

It was his acquiescence that allowed Ling Yun to be expelled from the Storm Ancient City camp.

But now, Ling Yun's burst of power is actually stronger than him.

How could the proud Song Beilou accept such a cruel fact?

As the geniuses outside the palace were shocked, terrifying energy burst out from the gate of the ancient palace.

This ancient temple is extremely mysterious.

Even true soul-level battle fluctuations cannot cause damage to the things in the ancient palace.

The two footprints previously stepped on by Ling Yun also returned to their original state.

As a result, all these waves of destruction passed through the door and surged out toward the outside.
Chapter completed!