Before long, Huang Luochen was bathed in blood, his entire body covered in wounds, on the verge of dying with bitter regret.
‘Am I really going to die?’ A flash of unwillingness crossed Huang Luochen’s eyes, but he was powerless to change his fate.
“Stop!”
At that very moment, a stern voice thundered from afar. A black silhouette quickly grew closer, revealing a robust figure striding through the air.
“Walking on air—that’s the hallmark of a Foundation Establishment expert! Is he a Foundation Establishment powerhouse from the White Tiger Hall?!” Lin Huanhuan’s heart skipped a beat in shock.
“Third Uncle is here, that’s wonderful!” Hope exploded in Huang Luochen’s eyes.
Dong Yuner hesitated, her brows drawing together. “Miss, should we stop?”
“Stop for what? Now’s the time to kill him!” Lin Huanhuan’s eyes flashed with resolve, her voice icy cold.
Things had already escalated to this point; there was no room for hesitation in this life-and-death vendetta. Should they wait for this sissy to get revenge later?
Might as well finish it here and now—kill this sissy before his backer arrives!
“Yes, Miss!” Dong Yuner replied instantly.
“No, no, you—”
Huang Luochen’s eyes were filled with terror. He opened his mouth, perhaps to beg for mercy, perhaps to threaten, but Dong Yuner gave him no chance.
The long blade swept across Huang Luochen’s neck like a hot knife through butter.
He stared at Dong Yuner as she sheathed her blade, and at Lin Huanhuan’s mocking face. His throat made a gurgling sound, as if still trying to resist, but he could never stand up again.
Huang Luochen was dead.
“You’re bold indeed! How dare you kill the Young Lord of the White Tiger Hall? Didn’t you hear what I just said?!”
Huang Dingyuan’s figure sped up, arriving in a flash, eyes blazing with fury. His spiritual pressure rolled forth, nearly suffocating Lin Huanhuan and the others.
Lin Huanhuan’s gaze grew solemn. ‘So this is a Foundation Establishment expert? Building a Dao foundation at the spiritual platform, spiritual power nearly inexhaustible, a mighty one with a three-hundred-year lifespan.’
‘Judging by the aura, he’s probably only at the early Foundation Establishment stage, but even so, I fear we’re no match right now.’
Huang Dingyuan ground his teeth, wishing he could slap them all to death and thereby comfort his son’s soul. But reason barely held him back.
After receiving the Young Lord—his son’s—message, he’d wasted a few hours idling, only then remembering to come, not expecting that his son would be killed right in front of him.
But he also knew well enough that the girl before him was probably the Lin Family Head’s youngest daughter—someone far beyond their means to offend. That was the only reason he forcibly restrained himself.
Huang Dingyuan raged, “You’re Lin Huanhuan, aren’t you? You were clearly cooperating with our Young Lord—why did you stab him in the back? And I clearly told you to stop just now, so why did you continue? Why did you kill him?”
“Do you really think the White Tiger Hall is weak and easy to bully?!”
His voice boomed like thunder, killing intent surging, as if they stood on a smoke-filled battlefield. Those of weak will might buckle at the knees before the fight even began.
Lin Huanhuan’s face turned pale, barely holding on, but Dong Yuner remained unfazed, stepping protectively in front of her, giving Lin Huanhuan a moment to catch her breath.
‘Without experience in real bloodshed, I’m still lacking…’
Lin Huanhuan sighed inwardly, then spoke with unwavering resolve, “He wanted to collude with me to harm a Lingyun Sect disciple. As a member of Lingyun Sect myself, I naturally pretended to agree but betrayed him in the end.”
“All of this was his own doing. What, does the White Tiger Hall want to declare war on Lingyun Sect?”
Bringing up Lingyun Sect, she escalated the matter, making her opponent hesitate to act rashly.
Huang Dingyuan’s aura froze at once. Declare war on Lingyun Sect?
Even with a thousand times the courage, White Tiger Hall wouldn’t dare!
Even the Lin family, far weaker than Lingyun Sect, could crush White Tiger Hall at will. If Lingyun Sect chose to move against them, it would be easier than squashing an ant.
Huang Dingyuan almost begged for mercy by reflex, but then he remembered that the target was only an outer sect disciple—hardly able to represent Lingyun Sect—and the methods used were all aboveboard, so there shouldn’t be much trouble.
Thinking thus, Huang Dingyuan’s confidence surged back. “Nonsense! That outer sect disciple owed our White Tiger Hall a huge debt of spirit stones.”
“Our Young Lord was merciful enough to let her pay back with some belongings—nothing like what you claim. You’re just trying to double-cross us and frame us, do you really think we’re pushovers?!”
“Today, you’ll pay the price. I’ll take you captive and ask the Lin family myself if this is how they raise their daughters!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Dingyuan attacked.
A giant palm of spiritual power manifested out of thin air, snatching at Lin Huanhuan with impossible speed, intent on seizing her at once.
‘The Lin family far surpasses White Tiger Hall. Even without the Lin family’s Golden Core Patriarch, just Lin Huanhuan’s eldest sister—Lingyun Sect’s true disciple, top three on the Qingyun Rankings, and at the peak of Foundation Establishment—could slaughter the entire White Tiger Hall!’
‘Either way, even if I let Lin Huanhuan go, she would never let this go. I’d better capture her now for bargaining power later—otherwise, we’ll be completely at their mercy.’
That was exactly Huang Dingyuan’s thought. Because he wanted to take her alive, he refrained from using lethal spells.
“This is bad!”
Seeing this, Lin Huanhuan immediately activated her remaining defensive talismans, waving her folding fan to unleash several wind blades. Dong Yuner swung her blade in tandem.
The giant palm’s power was greatly diminished, but when it struck the barrier formed by the defensive talismans, the shield groaned painfully, unable to bear the load.
Lin Huanhuan and Dong Yuner attacked again and again, panting for breath. Only when the barrier finally shattered into motes of starlight did the giant palm dissipate.
“Are we about to be captured? It’s so frustrating…”
Lin Huanhuan clenched her fists. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have listened to that old geezer. I should’ve just gone back and told my parents—even if I got punished, this could have been settled right away.”
“Miss, I’ll hold him off—run while you can,” Dong Yuner said, sword raised in defense.
“Shut up!”
“Such touching loyalty between master and servant, but neither of you is going anywhere.”
Huang Dingyuan clapped mockingly. Several more giant spiritual palms appeared, slamming down viciously. “Let’s see how you block this!”
‘So this is the might of Foundation Establishment? Damn it, how does the protagonist fight across realms and slay enemies? The difference here is at least twenty or thirty times!’
Despair crept into Lin Huanhuan’s heart, a demon of doubt urging her to give up and run. Dong Yuner, however, stood firm in front of her.
“Perhaps not!”
A razor-sharp sword qi sliced through the air, instantly obliterating two of the spiritual palms.
A white-clad figure flashed onto the scene, charging forth with murderous intent!
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