Just hearing this one sentence from Lin Yuan, the Patriarch of the Yuan Family understood that today it was a fight to the death.
He set aside all thoughts of wishing for luck and focused solely on finding an opportunity.
Not an opportunity to counterattack, but an opportunity to escape.
That’s right, escape.
If the strengths were similar, the Patriarch of the Yuan Family might still fight Lin Yuan with all his might, leaving survival up to strength and luck.
But now, it was different.
The discrepancy in strength between him and Lin Yuan was too great.
If the fight continued like this, there would only be one outco — his death, Lin Yuan unscathed.
The Patriarch of the Yuan Family did not want to die.
The lifespan of a Saint Extre Expert was long; he still had endless ti to live.
He wanted to pursue a higher realm, to lead the Yuan Family into a more powerful state. He wanted to...
His thoughts abruptly stopped.
A streak of crimson gradually pierced through his neck.
Lin Yuan released the long sword in his hand, and the sword ford by flas pierced through the wounds on the Patriarch of the Yuan Family’s body.
"Ah!" The Patriarch of the Yuan Family couldn’t bear the heart-wrenching agony and let out a miserable scream.
The fla entered through his wounds into his vital organs, and even into his Divine Soul. It burned his blood, devoured his flesh, and wore away at his soul.
It was simply more unbearable than any torture in this world.
Lin Yuan watched this scene quietly.
The Patriarch of the Yuan Family couldn’t survive, he knew.
That long sword was condensed from the most domineering Heartfla of the Earth from the depths of the Nine Netherworld Abyss.
The Heartfla of the Earth from the Nine Netherworld Abyss was said to be the most domineering fla that could refine even a Divine Soul.
Lin Yuan could have let the flas incinerate the Patriarch of the Yuan Family in an instant, leaving not even ashes, but he did not.
He wanted to properly repay him for his malice towards Tian Yi,
This fla would burn for forty-nine days to do so.
He looked coldly at the Patriarch of the Yuan Family lying on the ground, unable to rise, and turned to leave.
For these forty-nine days, the Patriarch of the Yuan Family’s consciousness remained clear, and he could feel every inch of the flas ravaging his body in pain.
But he could not open his eyes, could not speak, could do nothing.
He rely endured the pain in vain, marching towards death in despair.
To prevent any interruptions, Lin Yuan even placed a restriction on the Patriarch of the Yuan Family: no one but the Yuan Family could see him.
As for the Yuan Family...
A flash of coldness crossed Lin Yuan’s eyes: let them fend for themselves.
Perhaps, truly, all things in this world are fated.
Lin Yuan had barely left when a figure in a white dress stepped into the alley.
It was Yuan Qin.
She hadn’t been well these days.
For the past ten years, she had always been by Yuan Tianqin’s side.
Yuan Tianqin trusted and adored her, so she had lived well.
Even though she couldn’t cultivate, those geniuses of the Yuan Family would still treat her with respect.
Yuan Tianqin, with that kind of personality, naturally made enemies easily. Yet, previously, his strength was such that others dared not voice their anger.
But now, everything was different.
The news of Yuan Tianqin becoming a cripple couldn’t be kept secret; everyone knew.
Those Yuan Family Disciples who had been oppressed by Yuan Tianqin wouldn’t bother with a comatose cripple.
Hence, Yuan Qin, as Yuan Tianqin’s forr closest confidant, naturally received their "extra attention."
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