Lin Feng finally managed to suppress the demonic energy within him just a tiny bit. Yet, still mistaking Yiyun for Zǐ Què, his blood-red pupils contracted slightly at the words, as if he had been stumped. Staring at "Yiyun," he roared through gritted teeth, "Proof? That scar on your back is the proof! Back at the God-Burial Abyss, I slashed you right across the back, deep enough to reach the bone! I could draw the shape of that scar with my eyes closed!"
A thought stirred in Yiyun's mind, figuring he might use this to calm the other man down somewhat, and he hurriedly shouted, "Brother Lin! If you don't believe me, just look at my back! I have never been to any God-Burial Abyss, so how could I have a scar? It must be that you've suffered a cultivation deviation and remembered it wrong!"
The hand holding the Ghost Prison Demon Dragon Blade paused for a fraction of a second, a flicker of imperceptible hesitation flashing through Lin Feng's blood-red pupils. Staring at Yiyun, it was a moment before he roared, "Strip! Let me see what trick this scoundrel is trying to pull! If there really is no scar, I'll believe you aren't Zǐ Què!"
Chapter 309