It is draining their power through the parasitic souls, causing many to tremble and sit on the ground, wailing in pain.

The loss of that power is not actually painful.

But anyone who can sense life slipping away will inevitably feel a deep-seated fear.

"Stop! I've already accepted you!"

Luo Tianhe nodded repeatedly.

He bowed his head respectfully and said to Lin Jinglong, "Master Lin, I am truly impressed. Your Mountain-Sitting Technique is indeed powerful..."

"That's good. Quickly release the Qian family's people."

"However, there's something else I have to say."

Luo Tianhe suddenly strode towards Lin Jinglong.

He lowered his head, a fierce glint in his eyes.

He raised his hand and thrust a dagger towards Lin Jinglong's neck, its cold light incredibly sharp.

Lin Jinglong stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly unaware, letting the cold light pierce towards his neck.

"puff!"

That was the sound of a blade piercing flesh.

Blood gushed out from Lin Jinglong's neck.

His body fell straight down.

Luo Tianhe never expected that his methods would go so smoothly. In fact, his initial plan was to meet Lin Jinglong.

We must ambush and kill this person.

Therefore, he had discussed this with his subordinates beforehand. If anyone else encountered Lin Jinglong first, they should pretend to surrender and not anger him. They should bring him to see him.

One more thing.

That means his true level is not the ninth rank.

It is the Vajra Martial Emperor!

"Lin Jinglong, now that you are dead, I am the reclusive patriarch!"