"boom!"
Lin Jinglong disappeared again.
A crack was left on the ground.
His figure had already broken into the crowd, with several members of ancient martial arts families in front of him trying to stop Lin Jinglong.
"Who dares to stop me?"
Lin Jinglong let out a low growl.
Using the Vajra Suppressing Prison Force, the people standing in front were instantly blown to pieces, and a bloody path was cut through the crowd, creating an extremely gruesome scene.
Lin Yang, the leader of the Azure Dragon Sect, stared wide-eyed at the hundreds of golden fist shadows flying around, along with the blood and severed limbs.
"Is this still the Vajra Suppressing Prison Force?"
"That's awesome!"
"As expected of Master Lin!"
Lin Yang was completely convinced.
At this moment, Lin Jinglong had already captured Lin Zishan, who struggled frantically in the chaos.
"Let me go, please let me go!"
Lin Zishan has been completely destroyed.
He was powerless to resist.
Grabbed by the neck, she let out a hoarse, agonizing scream like a pig being slaughtered, struggling and crying out in utter misery.
Long Zhen and the others stared wide-eyed.
"His strength surpasses that of Young Master Lin!"
Everyone finally understood.
Why was Lin Jinglong able to return to the Dragon Soul Hall covered in blood? It was all thanks to his personal strength!
"Release Young Master Lin!"
Long Aozu shouted loudly.
"Young Master Lin is a direct descendant of the Imperial Blood Family. If you kill him, you will surely die!"
"Release them immediately!"
Everyone around was yelling.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were completely frantic.
It wasn't that I cared about Lin Zishan's life or death.
Instead...
If Lin Zishan were to die in front of them, regardless of the consequences for Lin Jinglong, the Lin family would retaliate afterward.
No one can escape it!
Even Long Zhen's eyes showed fear, and he rebuked him with trembling lips.
"Lin Jinglong, don't be so stubborn!"
"Young Master Lin must not be killed!"
"He's dead, you'll find it impossible to move an inch!"
"..."
Various scolding words fell into his ears.
Lin Jinglong looked at Lin Zishan, who was being held up in front of him, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.
"Can't be killed? I'll kill him anyway!"
"stop!"
At this moment.
A rebuke echoed in his mind.
It was a strange old man who, through some unknown means, managed to transmit his voice directly into his mind across an extremely long distance.
"Stop, Lin Jinglong."
“You also have the blood of the Lin family flowing in your veins; you are one of our own.”
"Let Zishan go."
“I can grant you permission to return to your family.”
From now on, the road will be wide and smooth!
Lin Jinglong's expression grew increasingly calm and gloomy.
"Here we go again?"
"Have you forgotten the grudge of having your entire family wiped out in the capital?"
"You are not worthy of shedding the same blood as me, you all deserve to die!"
The sound faded.
Lin Zishan's neck was snapped.
Amidst boundless fear, the eldest son of the prestigious Lin family, ranked among the top ten on the list of prodigies, and one of the direct descendants with the potential to compete for the family's inheritance rights, was terrified.
And so he perished!
At the time of his death.
Inside the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall, among the hundreds of ever-burning lamps, one very bright lamp, which was ranked near the front, went out!
"presumptuous!"
An elderly man in plain clothes rushed in.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gritting his teeth.
"How dare you kill my grandson!"
"A bastard, so brazen!"
"Do you really think the Lin family has no one to rely on?"
The nameless old man from the Lin family roared in fury.
At this moment, Lin Jinglong...
After casually tossing Lin Zishan's body aside.
He glanced around at the group of terrified members of the ancient martial arts families, a cold smile still playing on his lips.
"I heard someone wants to wipe out my entire family again, and eliminate everyone connected to me?"
His gaze fell on Long Zhen.
The old man's expression trembled. He opened his mouth to explain, but a sword light flashed past him.
He pierced through the space between his eyebrows on the spot!
"Ancestor!"
Long Aozu let out a mournful cry.
Lin Jinglong looked at the newly added old corpse, then turned to look at Hunyuan Daoist and the others.
"The ten ancient martial arts families of Kyoto are rich but heartless, and they act tyrannically. They should be wiped out!"
"All the resources controlled by their family can be taken over by everyone present today!"
"How could I let those who are willing to help me suffer a loss?"
Dozens of blood-red flying swords surrounded Lin Jinglong, and as he spoke, they began to reap the lives of all the ancient martial arts families.
The eyes of Hunyuan Daoist and the others lit up.
"I'm rich now!"
"The ten ancient martial arts families have each accumulated their wealth for at least two or three hundred years. Their foundation is unimaginable!"
"After we devour them all, our overall strength will leap several levels. If we join forces, we can rebuild a Dragon Blood Holy Land in Kyoto!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Hunyuan Daoist roared.
He was the first to rush into the crowd.
"Wait for me, you old scoundrel!"
Cult leader Lin Yang also charged forward.
Zhang Junhu and Lin Tianlang, who arrived from behind, were both shocked by what they saw.
"It has been countless years since Kyoto has witnessed a chaotic battle of this scale. Today, the ancient martial arts families are likely to be wiped out!"
"What's even more terrifying is that the Lin family has lost a prodigy. This matter will definitely cause a huge uproar within the Hidden World Alliance!"
"After all, someone like Lin Zishan, even if he were to die, would die in the open or covert struggles between families. This time, however, he died at the hands of someone outside the hidden alliance..."
Lin Tianlang muttered to himself in shock.
Zhang Junhu, who was standing to the side, rolled his eyes.
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