The hot sun-like figure pointed his long knife towards Lin Zhen, and Lin Zhen felt an immense pressure.
The pressure was akin to being targeted by a giant python, with the shadow of death just inches away.
Lin Zhen drew his Gold Carved Sword, ready for battle at any moment.
A hint of disdainful smile appeared on the face of the fiery sun-like figure: "You're overestimating your abilities, a rookie like you won't possibly dodge my three strikes. I advise you to just kill yourself and spare yourself the humiliation of losing confidence and the courage to step foot in Illusion Town again."
Lin Zhen held his sword sideways: "If I can't withstand your three strokes, I'll leave the Dark Light Realm forever."
"Ignorant fool, taste my blade!"
Without any sudden attack or special technique, the hot sun-like figure simply took a step forward and slashed! Such a simple chop, yet it made Lin Zhen feel like he's up against a formidable opponent.
