He secretly felt lucky that he hadn't made a move to kill Song Yun just now.
Otherwise, it would've been another huge headache.
Right now, on the arena, if Song Yun was killed by Shen Lingyun in a proper duel, even Yaksha would have nothing to say.
After Song Yun refused to borrow Huang Jinseng's sword, he stepped onto the arena.
Shen Lingyun looked at him with a mocking expression and sneered, "You seem to get along pretty well with people, but I wonder how well you get along with ghosts. In a bit I'm going to kill you, and if your ghost connections are bad, once you die, you'll end up getting bullied by other ghosts."
"There have been, if not a thousand then at least eight hundred people who wanted to kill me, Song Yun. But now, they've all moved into minus 18th floor. I think you must be very interested in that place. So I've decided to send you there."
Song Yun's lips hooked into a faint arc, his sharp gaze locked on Shen Lingyun, looking like he was talking to himself.
