He looked at Lin Yun, a hint of astonishment in his eyes. Faced with Qing Zhu's terrifying lineup, Lin Yun's conviction hadn't wavered in the slightest. He didn't know whether to call Lin Yun confident or arrogant.
In truth, it was neither confidence nor arrogance. The reason Lin Yun was unshaken was purely because he believed in himself and in the brothers by his side.
So what if Qing Zhu's Cyan Blood Burning Generals were as fierce as tigers? Even if there were nine of them, Lin Yun would shatter their fangs one by one.
He said no more. Things had already reached this point, and Lin Yun remained utterly unmoved. Qingfeng Saint knew that no matter what he said, Lin Yun wouldn't listen.
He didn't try to stop Lin Yun. Two days passed in a flash, during which Lin Yun immersed himself in cultivation. Faced with an unavoidable battle, he would not fear his opponents, even if they were as savage as tigers and wolves.
