Chapter 402: The Cost

He no longer had the arrogance he once carried, for the eight elite martial artists he had brought were all lying defeated.

And throughout the entire process, Lin Xuan had only drawn his sword three times.

Those three strikes, seemingly simple and unremarkable, were filled with endless intent to kill.

Each stroke contained fifty percent of the Great Dragon Sword Intent of the Fire Monkey; the final strike even incorporated the Wind Realm.

Such an attack, even a martial artist at the late stage of the Spirit Fusion Realm wouldn't dare to receive carelessly, let alone those at the middle stage.

"Kid, you're lucky this time, just don't let me see you again!" Ying Shaohong snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Thinking of leaving now? Don't you think it's a bit late?" The cape on Lin Xuan's back fluttered as he instantly appeared in front of him.

"How dare you block my way? You're seeking death!" Ying Shaohong was furious.

Who was he? He was the Young Master of Feiying Castle!