"It's me."
"very good!"
Chang Xiaoyun snorted coldly.
He turned his gaze to Lin Tianlang, his brows furrowing slightly, before shaking his head and saying, "President Lin, is this matter related to you?"
"Naturally, it's irrelevant."
Lin Tianlang waved his hands repeatedly.
As one of the few people who have successfully escaped from a reclusive family over the years, he truly does not want to have any contact with them.
That's why it's here.
It was just to see what Lin Jinglong was planning.
Chang Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.
If Lin Tianlang doesn't make a move, then everything is fine.
"Very well, then you stay here and keep watch!"
He grinned maliciously at Lin Jinglong and said, "You little brat, you think you can do whatever you want in Kyoto? I'll show you that there's more than one world between secular martial arts and reclusive families!"
He waved his hand after he finished speaking.
Hundreds of martial artists surrounded Lin Jinglong.
They all drew their swords, clubs, daggers, and hidden weapons, intending to surround and kill Lin Jinglong.
Isolated by the crowd, Zhang Junhu's fingers twitched slightly. He looked at Lin Jinglong in the crowd, and his gambling instincts resurfaced.
If I could show my loyalty to Lin Jinglong at this moment, I might have a chance to break through to the Martial Saint realm.
Lin Tianlang glanced at his subordinates.
An aura of a saint suppressed Zhang Junhu.
"Don't make the same mistake as Qin Xiong. The depth of the Kunyuan Guild is not something you can fathom. If you make a move, I can't protect you!"
"But, Master Lin..."
Zhang Junhu wanted to ask for help again.
But suddenly a gasp erupted from the crowd as Lin Jinglong calmly made his move, unleashing over fifty flying swords formed from condensed spiritual energy.
It pierced the throats of dozens of people in an instant!
He was reaping the lives of the surrounding martial artists!
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