"In your dreams!"
Lin Yi cursed furiously, before flipping his palms suddenly, then a longsword hovered above the center of his palms.
The longsword was cyan-blue, engraved with numerous strange symbols, appearing extremely terrifying.
"You are a sword cultivator!"
Seeing the longsword in Lin Yi's hands, Zhao Deming's pupils contracted sharply.
"Lin Yi, I admit, I'm not as smart as you, but I'm not stupid either. Your tricks won't affect me, so you might as well surrender obediently!"
"I can spare your life!"
"Hahaha..."
Lin Yi laughed loudly towards the sky.
"Lin Yi, what are you laughing at?"
"Do you think you've won? Don't forget, I am a disciple of the Refining Sect. The Refining Sect is not something you can compare with!"
"The Refining Sect is a Three-Star Sect, and here, the Sect Master of the Refining Sect is a being at the Spirit Emperor Realm! What do you have to fight him with?"
Zhao Deming's face was full of mockery.
