Lin Shanhe likes to go to extremes, which is similar to the Lin family's style of doing things.

Indeed, like family, like family members.

Han Feng only casually mentioned "Liang Jinru," but Lin Shanhe remembered it and kept asking what kind of powerful person Liang Jinru was.

"Actually, Liang Jinru is not a master, but a singer."

Han Feng's voice came from beside Lin Shanhe.

What is a singer?

Lin Shanhe was filled with questions.

"You don't need to know this, because you're about to die."

"Wait a minute, you were clearly destroyed by me, so why are you still alive?"

Lin Shanhe immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated in a certain direction.

"You shouldn't worry about this, because you're about to die."

Han Feng held a Dao sword in his hand and slashed at Lin Shanhe's neck.

Lin Shanhe's pupils shrank drastically, and his head fell off his neck.

"Do you have any last words? If you don't say them, you'll never have the chance again."

Han Feng said calmly.

With his strength, killing Lin Shanhe would be too easy for him; it would be effortless.

However, Han Feng felt that killing Lin Shanhe all at once was too boring.

The most satisfying thing for Han Feng would be to kill Lin Shanhe when he was at his most triumphant.

“You just broke through to the Dao Universe Realm, so why are you so much stronger than me? Could it be that you are not ‘Ye Xin’ at all, but a powerful person named Liang Jin in disguise? Otherwise, I don’t believe that ‘Ye Xin’ could have such terrifying strength in just over a hundred years.”

Lin Shanhe looked incredulous.