After Shangguan Ruiqian finished speaking, the atmosphere of the entire scene became hostile.
Joining the Shangguan Clan and becoming a disciple of the Shangguan Clan was indeed a great temptation for ordinary people.
But to Lin Yun, it was not tempting at all.
With Lin Yun's talent, even if he didn't join the Shangguan Clan, he would definitely join the Nangong Clan in the future.
If he joined the Shangguan Clan now, he would be giving up on the Nangong Clan. From a certain point of view, this had become a kind of loss.
If they had to pay a divine artifact for this kind of loss-making business, then it would really be a huge loss!
But even if he knew it was a great loss, what could he do?
The Shangguan Clan was one of the three biggest clans in the kingdom, second only to the Nangong Clan.
If the Shangguan Clan said that the Divine Weapon was theirs, then it was theirs. No one dared to deny it.
If he dared to defy orders and refuse to hand over the Divine Weapon, then he would be courting death!
For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared at Lin Yun, wanting to know what choice Lin Yun would make.
Lin Yun, on the other hand, sneered and took out the Demon Slayer Sword from his storage ring.
The instant the Demon Slayer Sword appeared, an extremely swift and fierce sword pressure suddenly enveloped the entire scene, setting off a violent storm!
Everyone retreated, creating a circular space with a circumference of 20 meters. Apart from Lin Yun, there was no one else in the space.
Lin Yun casually placed the Devil Punisher Sword on the ground beside him, then looked at Shangguan Ruiqian with contempt: "The divine sword is here, come and take it if you have the ability."
Shangguan Ruiqian's eyes shone, looking at the Devil Exterminating Sword very greedily, as if sizing up a peerless beauty, praising repeatedly: "Good sword! Good sword! What a peerless sword! "
While he was praising it, Shangguan Ruiqian subconsciously stepped forward, approaching the Demon Slayer Sword as if he was possessed.
When he stepped into the Demon Slaying Sword's strong pressure zone, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his body.
Thump!
Shangguan Ruiqian, who was high and mighty and insufferably arrogant just now, directly knelt in front of Lin Yun at this time.
The sword pressure of the Demon Executing Sword could not be resisted by anyone below the Martial Master level. Even Wang Jianfeng, a Level 3 Martial Master, only took three steps in the area of pressure before kneeling in front of the Demon Slayer Sword.
Shangguan Ruiqian was merely a level-eight Warrior. How could he possibly withstand the sword pressure of the Devil Executing Sword?
"Damn … damn it, what … what kind of sword is this?!" Shangguan Ruiqian's face was filled with pain as he knelt on the ground. He gnashed his teeth as he looked at the Devil Punishing Sword that was ten meters away. He wished he could tear the Devil Punishing Sword into pieces.
He was, after all, a dignified special envoy. If he were to kneel in front of a sword in front of so many people, where would he put his face?
When he thought about how he had knelt down to a sword in front of everyone, he wanted to find a hole to hide in.
He struggled to stand up, but that powerful sword pressure was like a mountain pressing down on him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up. He couldn't even move his legs while kneeling.
He had no choice but to order Lin Yun, "Damn it, put this sword away!"
Seeing Shangguan Ruiqian in such a sorry state, many female disciples covered their mouths and snickered.
But Lin Yun was still expressionless. He didn't answer Shangguan Ruiqian's words, nor did he put away the Devil Punishing Sword according to his order. Instead, he stood up from his position and walked over to Shangguan Ruiqian with light steps.
Looking at everyone, including Lin Yun, walking in the area of pressure as if nothing had happened, Shangguan Ruiqian felt as if he had been ruthlessly slapped in the face. His mind was immediately filled with doubts and puzzlement.
Why was it that whenever he approached this damn sword, he would be pressed down by the powerful pressure to the point that he couldn't move, but this kid was not affected at all?
Shangguan Ruiqian couldn't understand at all. Why was it like this?!
Lin Yun stopped in front of Shangguan Ruiqian and looked at Shangguan Ruiqian with a condescending gaze. It was as if he was a supreme god looking down on a lowly ant. "Do you need me to bring it over for you?"
As his voice fell, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
A gust of cold wind whistled past, blowing on Shangguan Ruiqian's pale face, making the expression on his face completely sluggish.
"No … no need." Shangguan Ruiqian couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva and said with a trembling tone.
At this moment, he was really afraid.
Separated by such a long distance, the sword pressure released by that sword could make him kneel on the ground, unable to move.
If he really brought that sword in front of him, wouldn't he be crushed until he prostrated himself on the ground?
Thinking of this, Shangguan Ruiqian couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat, and even his words became stuttering: "This, this, this sword, y-y-you keep it for now. I-I still have important things to do. I don't have time to bring this sword back."
Lin Yun didn't speak, just expressionlessly turned around and walked back to his position. Sitting down as if nothing had happened, he then put away the Devil Punishing Sword as if nothing had happened.
Only after the Devil Punishing Sword was put away into the storage ring did that terrifying sword pressure disappear.
Shangguan Ruiqian let out a long sigh of relief as he hurriedly got up from the ground. Only then did he realize that his back was already covered in cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Yun, wishing that he could peel off Lin Yun's skin and pull out his tendons.
As for Lin Yun, it was as if nothing had happened. He was still sitting in the same place, drinking his tea, completely ignoring Shangguan Ruiqian, as if he didn't exist.
At this moment, Kang Nam-gun suddenly stood up and cupped his fists at Ren Tanqian: "Palace Master, I have something to tell you."
"Speak." Ren Tanqian said.
Kang Nam-gun straightened his back and directly said: "I have already entered the Shangguan Clan and become a disciple of the Shangguan Clan, so I can no longer stay in the Martial House. I hope that Palace Master can remove my title as a core disciple."
Ren Tanqian sighed with regret: "This is your own choice, I have no right to stop you. I can only wish you well."
Kang Nam-gun then said: "Also, I have something else."
"What is it?" Ren Tanqian asked.
Kang Nam-gun said righteously: "Today, I am still a core disciple of the Yuzhou Martial House. Before I leave, I would like to challenge Lin Yun as a core disciple."
At this point, Kang Nam-gun's gaze shifted to Lin Yun. He said to Lin Yun in a provocative tone: "Lin Yun, I am now officially challenging you. Do you dare to accept?"
As soon as Kang Nam-gun finished speaking, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.
Everyone looked at Kang Nam-gun in shock. They were so shocked that they couldn't say anything for a long time.
Seven years ago, Kang Nam-gun was only ten years old when he awakened the strongest Earth Sword Martial Soul. As a Grade 1 Martial Warrior, he defeated a peak Grade 3 Martial Warrior. He was known as the strongest genius in Yuzhou.
From that day onwards, there were countless people who challenged him, but he never took the initiative to challenge others.
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