boom.

The moment the two made their move, their immense power was like a cascading silver river, or a celestial shield, directly enveloping the entire island.

Just as Lin Xiang was about to make a move, he was so overwhelmed by the immense power that his knees buckled.

With a thud, he knelt directly on the ground.

They were powerless to retaliate.

How powerful is that?

"kill!"

Lin Xiang gritted his teeth, used his sword to support himself as he stood up, giving a death order.

They won't let him go, so let's fight to the death.

Ling Jingyu turned to look at Mo Yunzhao: "Ah Zhao, do you want revenge?"

Mo Yunzhao narrowed his eyes. "Mm."

They killed my older sister in our past life, so they deserve to die.

"Then... let's kill him."

Ling Jingyu's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

"You have one incense stick's time to kill Lin Xiang and your fellow disciples. Those who lay down their weapons will live."

After saying that, Ling Jingyu withdrew his imposing aura.

The disciples exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next.

"Kill them," Lin Xiang ordered, standing up again.

Ling Jingyu narrowed his eyes and coldly waved his hand.

Lin Xiang, who had stood up, was suddenly sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

The disciples looked at each other, bewildered. If even the most powerful sect leader was so easily defeated, then they were like ants, easily wiped out with a single step.

After only a moment's hesitation, the disciples of the Nine Palaces Sect stopped hesitating.

They all raised their swords and thrust them at Lin Xiang.

They want to live.

Then the only option is to kill Lin Xiang.

But there's only one Lin Xiang. If he wants to live, he has to kill his companion.

In just a couple of seconds, nearly a thousand disciples of the Nine Palaces Sect were already killing each other and attempting to assassinate Lin Xiang.

Lin Wenhuo looked very anxious, but he was kneeling on the ground and could only stare helplessly.

He was completely immobilized, as if he had been frozen in place.

Mo Yunzhao walked step by step toward Lin Wenhuo. He felt as if he heard the sound of death approaching, and his soul was about to leave his body.

The feeling of death terrified him, turning his face pale, and causing large beads of sweat to drip down his face.

Mo Yunzhao bent down and picked up his iron fan from the ground. "Lin Wenhuo, look at you. You have no skills, yet you tried to steal other people's wives. Now look what happened, you're dead!"

Ling Jingyu, who was not far away, was pleased to hear this.

Yes, Ah Zhao likes him.

Mo Yunzhao used his iron fan to lift his chin. "See? This is what will happen to you."

Unable to move, Lin Wenhuo rolled his eyes anxiously, pleading for mercy.

Mo Yunzhao looked at him and scoffed coldly, "Let you go?"

Lin Wenhuo blinked frantically.

"Fine, as long as you kill Lin Xiang, I'll let you go." Mo Yunzhao was very easy to talk to.

Lin Wenhuo paused for a moment, then blinked frantically again.

He agreed.

Mo Yunzhao was not afraid of him making a move. He raised his hand and waved it, and the overwhelming aura suppressing him disappeared instantly.

Lin Wenhuo lay on the ground, breathing heavily, like a fish out of water that had suddenly returned to the sea.

"Ah Zhao, your magic power has recovered quite well." Ling Jingyu stood beside Mo Yunzhao, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Selecting someone to unleash their pressure requires a certain level of strength.

Having gained his freedom, Lin Wenhuo felt an urge to kill them.

But the aura of immense power emanating from them made me feel like an ant, and I wanted to submit and obey their commands.

This fear made him give up resisting.

To survive.

he……

He was willing to kill his father.