"Master Wu! You've finally arrived!"
Longxishan leaped up from the ground.
As he rushed to the front of the tent, the old man jumped to his side, glanced at his bleeding arms, and looked somewhat helpless.
"Have your soldiers pick up the arm."
"There is still a chance to bring them back."
"However, it's probably going to be difficult for you to continue practicing martial arts. You'll likely be stuck at the high-level Martial King level for the rest of your life!"
The old man, referred to as Old Wu.
After saying these words, Long Xishan realized that his arm had been cut off, although his life was not in immediate danger.
But his martial arts career ended there!
Long Xishan's expression immediately turned bitter, then contorted and ferocious as he turned back to glare fiercely at Lin Jinglong.
He no longer hides his resentment and malice!
"It's all your fault!"
"I just brought her back so I could sleep with her!"
"You actually cut off both of my arms, severing my path in martial arts! You deserve to die!"
A frenzied roar erupted from Longxi Pass.
"Master Wu, you are the First Elder of our Long Clan. You must avenge me and kill Lin Jinglong... No, you can't kill him!"
You must spare his life!
"Capture the Long family, and I will torture him day and night, making him wish he were dead!"
Long Xishan's resentment was palpable.
But Wu Jingshui, the old man in black standing to the side, silently shook his head.
"The martial arts I practice are good at attacking from behind. I'm fine with doing dirty and tiring work, but I'm not used to facing enemies head-on."
"That……"
"But you don't need to worry."
Wu Jingshui chuckled.
His gaze fell on Lin Jinglong's face.
Finally, he fixed his gaze on the Dragon Roar Blade in his hand.
"The patriarch has led all the elders and guest ministers of the clan to come here to surround and kill this person."
"The key is the knife in his hand!"
"It contains the spiritual essence of a true dragon and is the core of the Dragon Blood Sacred Land. We must take it back!"
Wu Jingshui said with certainty.
Lin Jinglong thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that the Long family had a backup plan and actually brought over all the experts in the family.
His expression rarely showed a hint of seriousness.
"Wife, take your men and go back to the Dragon Soul Guild Hall. Just wait for my message."
Lin Jinglong didn't want to involve others.
Wu Yuehan instinctively wanted to refuse, but then she remembered that her cultivation level was too low, and she was not even a match for Long Xishan.
She nodded immediately.
"I'm just a burden here. I'll take my men and go back first. You promise me you'll go back!"
"Don't worry, I haven't investigated how much wealth the Long family has, so I'm letting you go back first to be on the safe side, but you can protect yourself."
Lin Jinglong gently stroked the ends of her hair.
Wu Yuehan nodded.
He returned to the old soldier of the Dragon Soul Army.
"Fall back! Retreat to Dragon Soul Hall!"
More than a hundred veterans looked at each other in bewilderment.
"So you're just going back like this?"
"You're not even obeying my orders anymore?"
Wu Yuehan's face darkened.
The group of veterans immediately fell silent.
They lined up neatly and left the garrison camp, glancing at Lin Jinglong as they went.
There was inevitably a hint of worry in their voices.
Lin Jinglong's eyes flashed, and he saw that a large number of experts were approaching from behind the camp, most of whom were at the Martial King level.
Among them are many stronger individuals of even higher levels.
They are on the same level as Lin Fangxiong, but Lin Jinglong guessed that they probably did not have the bloodline talent of the Lin family.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have turned into a family alliance.
Instead, they became a reclusive family like the Lin family, with strength far surpassing those of these ancient martial arts families.
A few breaths.
Dozens of powerful individuals swarmed in.
The old man in the Tang suit, who was at the head of the group, glared at Long Xishan and immediately flew into a rage.
"Xishan, who hurt you like this?"
"grandfather!"
The bleeding at the cut site of Long Xishan's wound has stopped.
But his face was still pale. He went over and knelt down, begging his grandfather, Long Aozu.
"It was Lin Jinglong who injured me!"
"Grandpa, my path in martial arts is over!"
"You must avenge me!"
Long Xishan pleaded with tears in his eyes.
Seeing his expression, Long Aozu was even more furious and turned his angry gaze toward Lin Jinglong.
"Great! Excellent!"
"How dare this country bumpkin from Jiangnan injure my Long family's prodigy!"
"Ten thousand of your lives are not worth a single finger of my grandson. I will make you wish you were dead!"
Lin Jinglong stared coldly at the old man.
Looking around again, the Long family had unleashed its full strength this time, with more than fifty Martial Kings and several Martial Venerables surrounding them.
"You've really gone all out, but with so few men, it'll be difficult for you to hurt me. You'd better hurry up and make your move."
Wu Yuehan has already left.
With a heavy heart, he held the Dragon Roar Blade horizontally in front of him, its blood-red edge surging forth, and a violent dragon's roar echoing in everyone's minds.
Just as a major battle was about to break out.
A large number of powerful figures emerged from the rear of the military camp, their total number exceeding one hundred!
Lin Jinglong was stunned for a moment.
There are other helpers?
"Whatever you do, don't do it!"
All eyes turned to them.
A withered old man wearing a faded Taoist robe was seen pushing through the crowd at lightning speed and rushing to Lin Jinglong's back.
And he was there afterward.
Hundreds of martial arts masters, dressed in various styles and exuding a powerful aura, charged in from behind.
The leader was none other than Hunyuan Daoist!
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