Demolish the Siheyuan?
Long Wuheng, Mo Nuanshui, and Guu Liangsheng all stared in shock at Long Motian.
The young man in front of them was at least at the Golden Core Late Stage cultivation!
And you, just a Foundation Establishnt Stage cultivator, want to tear down soone else’s house?!
"You insolent brat! Are you tired of living? Get out of my sight now, and crawl back in! If Daoist Lin is not satisfied, I’ll clean up the ss myself!"
At this mont, Long Wuheng was trembling with anger, his old face flushed, his eyes full of rage. He pointed outside and shouted at Long Motian.
There was no need for Long Motian to explain what had happened earlier, as Long Wuheng could already imagine the scene that unfolded here.
Long Motian’s arrogant and domineering nature was sothing Long Wuheng was very clear about!
Lin Tian’s sparing him was already considered rciful!
And being reprimanded by Long Wuheng, Long Motian was so frightened that he fell to the ground, terrified.
In Dragon Cry City, Long Wuheng was like a god, his authority spanning all directions, and no one dared defy him.
If he didn’t comply, Long Wuheng would surely take his life with a single strike!
"Ancestor, I... I’ll go now..."
Long Motian was so scared that he urinated himself, crawling out of the Siheyuan, and at the entrance, he knelt and crawled back into the Siheyuan.
At this mont, Long Motian’s forr dignity as a disciple of a major sect was nowhere to be found.
He knelt and crawled on the ground in a sorry state, his face flushed with sha and anger.
Yet, he dared not utter a single word of complaint.
"Apologize!"
Long Wuheng glared with his old eyes, blowing his beard and glaring.
"Ancestor, I already crawled..."
Long Motian trembled, looking mournful.
He was one of Dragon Cry City’s Ten Great Talents.
Usually accustod to flattery, he had never suffered such humiliation.
Crawling in from outside had already been an imnse disgrace.
This young man, even if a Golden Core cultivator, could it be he wouldn’t give face to the ancestor?
Swish~
But suddenly, a sharp and piercing sound of sothing breaking through the air ca from mid-air.
A fierce beam descended from the sky, crashing onto a giant stone in front of Long Motian, shattering it into pieces.
Flying Sword!
Lin Tian wielded Evil like Xiaotian and sliced the stone placed in the courtyard.
Seeing the Flying Sword erge, Long Wuheng and others were all startled.
Even Long Wuheng’s expression beca extrely grave, his eyes showing deep fear.
Though he also possessed a Flying Sword, compared to Lin Tian’s, it was far inferior, not even in the sa league.
Besides, considering he was injured, if Lin Tian wanted to keep them here, Long Wuheng might not be able to do anything.
His only confidence was the Nascent Soul!
A Nascent Soul escape ant a nine out of ten chance of death.
Unless in dire straits, Long Wuheng absolutely did not want to do that!
"Flying Sword... grass... Flying Sword..."
At this mont, Long Motian, crawling on the ground, was frightened and shocked, yellow fluid flowing between his legs, he was scared stiff.
He watched as the stone in front of him turned to dust, falling as powder.
The breath of death seed to press upon him like a giant mountain.
At this mont, he felt his soul scattering, scared to his bones!
If the sword fell on him, not even scraps would remain!
"Now, give an explanation! Otherwise, your fate will be the sa as that stone!"
Lin Tian skillfully withdrew Evil like Xiaotian, still seated in his chair, coldly looking at the kneeling Long Motian, speaking chillingly.
Long Motian shivered, this ti without his previous bravado, knocking his head on the ground, pleading: "Senior... Senior... I was wrong! I mistakenly offended you, please spare once!"
"Does apologizing and begging work? If I break your legs and say sorry afterward, would you be willing?"
Lin Tian’s expression turned cold, indifferently speaking to Long Motian.
"I..."
Long Motian’s face went rigid, his mouth agape, frozen in fear, but quickly regaining his senses, he hurriedly pointed to the Hidden Dragon Wood in Mo Nuanshui’s hand, crying out: "Senior... this Hidden Dragon Wood was sothing I won at Xiangshan Building’s auction against you. I was blind not recognizing Taishan, the Hidden Dragon Wood is yours, please spare just this once!"
"You think I couldn’t outbid you then? I simply recognized you’re from Dragon Cry City, likely with Long Wuheng, so I didn’t bother further bidding, knowing ultimately it would end up in my hands! Now, isn’t the situation exactly what I suspected? Hence, this won’t save you!"
Lin Tian glanced at the Hidden Dragon Wood in Mo Nuanshui’s hands, smirked coldly: "Now, I give you ten breaths to think of sothing that might save you!"
Upon hearing this, Long Motian’s legs weakened, even failing to kneel properly.
He trembled like a sieve, unable to stop shaking.
"Senior... I discovered a good place, a location with a treasure, I just received a call, it’s an Ancient Hall! It’s absolutely true! I can personally lead you there! But it requires until Thursday... you see... if..."
At this point, Long Motian was truly terrified.
Even Long Wuheng couldn’t speak for him, only he could save himself.
After witnessing the Flying Sword slicing the stone, he realized this young man was definitely capable of taking his life!
"Ancient Hall!"
Listening to Long Motian’s words, Long Wuheng and others’ expressions changed, suddenly turning their heads to look at Long Motian, eyes filled with inquiry.
Seeing Long Wuheng and others’ reaction, Lin Tian narrowed his eyes.
After pondering briefly, he used a spell, fast as lightning, quickly condensing a blue beam in the palm of his hand.
Swish~
With a soft sound, the beam swiftly darted out, piercing Long Motian’s forehead before he could react.
Long Motian’s face changed dramatically, feeling a chill, as though sothing entered his mind.
He looked up, fearfully at Lin Tian, his teeth chattering.
"For the next two days, just follow !"
"Don’t play any tricks; also hope the flower you ntioned is real, as that’s your life-saving charm! If there’s no Ancient Hall, I’ll make you long for death!"
After finishing the spell, Lin Tian coldly warned Long Motian, then ignored him, without explaining what the spell was.
Watching Lin Tian complete everything, his face was extrely unpleasant, yet he was imnsely shocked.
Lin Tian’s spell approach was intensely enigmatic, beyond his comprehension.
Additionally, Long Wuheng regretted regarding the Ancient Hall ntioned by Long Motian, the treasure there was surely extraordinary, but given the current situation, acquiring the Ancient Hall was impossible.
"Long Motian, if you want to live, listen to the senior!"
Mo Nuanshui dared not tremble his lips, rebuking Long Motian, then humbly handed the Hidden Dragon Wood to Lin Tian, saying: "Mr. Lin... this is the Hidden Dragon Wood, it’s because of Motian’s ignorance, please help cure my grandfather’s illness!"
Lin Tian received the item, rubbed it, confirming it’s the Hidden Dragon Wood, then put it away, remarking: "This item won’t heal his injury! However, I have other ways to heal him!"
"Long Wuheng, co in, others wait outside!"
Finally, Lin Tian nodded to Long Wuheng, turning and entering the house first.
Upon hearing this, Mo Nuanshui bead with joy, hastily supporting Long Wuheng to follow Lin Tian toward the house entrance.
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