Three years ago, he was the young master of the most prominent family in the capital, but due to his grandfather's superstition, he was sent to a Taoist temple where he suffered hardship yet ma...
His expression was contorted with rage and hatred.
Lin Jinglong barely managed to look up at him, only to see a twisted and swaying figure baring its teeth and claws at him.
He attempted to unleash his spiritual power to attack.
However, his spirit was suppressed, and his mind was extremely dull, making it impossible for him to mobilize his strength.
Like lambs to the slaughter.
Lin Zishan continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Give up the resistance. There's no point in continuing to hold on. Just accept the soul search, and you'll die a quicker death."
"Let me tell you something else. I have already instructed the ten ancient martial arts clans, including the Martial Saint Ancestor of the Long Clan, to take action to clean up those ancient martial arts sects that helped you."
"As for that woman named Wu Yuehan, and Chen Muqing from the capital, if you surrender honestly, I'll spare their lives and sell them to nightclubs, how about that?"
After Lin Zishan finished speaking, he burst into wild laughter.
He attempted to use this method to break Lin Jinglong's will, make him give up resistance, and accept the soul-searching secret technique of the Shenqing Temple Taoist.
Unexpectedly, Lin Jinglong suddenly raised his head.
His dazed eyes stared at Lin Zishan, and he finally saw the man's face clearly and memorized it.
Lin Jinglong spoke in a slow voice.
"You've misunderstood. The martial arts techniques I just used are not what your Lin family is looking for."
"That thing is called the Nirvana Technique."
"The actual usage is like this..."
The words fell.
His figure stopped swaying, and a blood-red flying sword materialized in front of him, its blade not aimed at Lin Zishan.
It was his own carotid artery!
"call out!"
A flash of blood.
Scalding blood splattered all over Lin Zishan's face.
"You actually chose to commit suicide?"
Just as Lin Zishan was covered in blood and utterly astonished, he saw Lin Jinglong across from him tilting his head and grinning maliciously, the huge wound on his neck resembling a demon's smile.
"Oh no! His power is increasing rapidly!"
The two Taoist priests from Shenqing Temple roared wildly.