If Ye Xi knew what Ling Yue was thinking, he would definitely say two words: "Hehe~" I am a human, not a god.
"Han Lin, how dare you?"
Seeing that Ling Yue was about to die under Han Lin's palm, Ling Feng roared angrily. Yue'er was already seriously injured and was sure to die. Ling Feng lost his breath and was struck by two more bolts of heavenly lightning.
Ling Yue cannot die, otherwise Ling Feng will definitely go mad.
"Ling Yue, you're going to die!" Han Yan roared and charged at Ling Yue, but Ling Yue's expression remained calm: "Don't worry about me, protect Xue'er."
Ling Yue could already feel the terrifying pressure coming from above her head. This was the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator; a single palm strike could shatter mountains and rivers, let alone her already severely injured body.
Han Lin seemed to be able to see Ling Yue die by his hand, and Ling Feng die under the heavenly lightning, in unbearable pain and grief.
However, his ruthless palm strike was blocked by a rough hand, unable to advance even an inch further. It was as if his palm was holding a ball of raging fire, causing excruciating pain.
"Who are you?" Could this person be a genius from the Han family? He looks like a beggar, but he actually has such profound internal strength.
"Get out of my way!" Han Yan roared, raising his sword to slash at Ye Xiruo and Ling Yue behind her. No one could stop his vengeful steps. Since this woman wanted to die, then let her go to hell with that bitch Ling Yue.
"Shut up." Before Ye Xi could even make a move, Han Yan had already been slapped across the face, his two front teeth sticking out. "I'll let it slide since this is your first offense, otherwise you'd be paying with your life for me."
At this moment, Ye Xiruo, who had been withered and thin, became tall and imposing, exuding a sharp, domineering, and aloof aura.
Han Lin's pupils contracted sharply: "What do you mean by this, sir?"
"I never show mercy to those who offend me." Ye Xiruo's voice was calm, her eyes carrying a faint mental pressure as she glanced at Han Yan not far away.
“This time it was my son who offended me, and you have already taught him a lesson. Why should you protect Ling Yue, senior? The hatred of killing my son is unforgivable. Please do not stop me from avenging my son.”
Ye Xiruo said calmly, "You've got the wrong person. I'm the one who killed your son, not her." Is this old man blind or something?
Originally, she wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the battle. If Ling Yue hadn't encountered a life-or-death crisis, she would never have exposed herself. She had no choice but to exchange a blow with Han Lin. Ye Xiruo's right arm is now immobile, and her internal organs have also suffered a significant shock. If it weren't for the protective magic robe she was wearing, Han Lin's blow would have injured her.
Now that there's no way to fish in troubled waters, let's start fighting. If all else fails, we'll poison these old men. As for whether the Ling family members will be poisoned, that's not something she can worry about.
"Why are you protecting Ling Yue? I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false?" At that time, there was only Ling Yue by Lei'er's side.
"Whether it is or not, you'll see for yourself." Ye Xiruo kicked Han Lei's corpse in front of Han Lin: "Look closely, the fatal wound on the neck, I did it."
"Why?" Given Ye Xiruo's strength, Han Lei did not immediately fight her to the death, nor did he shout that he wanted to kill Ye Xiruo's entire family.
"He's too noisy."
Ling Yue chuckled inwardly. Most people probably couldn't appreciate Senior Ye's humor; Han Lei was practically fuming.
"The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable. Please advise."
"Are you sure you want to fight me? Remember, this is a grudge between you and me. You need to think carefully about the consequences."
Heh, I'm just afraid you won't make a move. If Han Lin dares to attack today, she'll resort to dirty tricks. If you don't, that's even better; we can just stay in this stalemate and wait for Ling Feng to break through.
"Senior, be careful."
"It's nothing. Hey you, don't you want to fight? Hurry up, stop dawdling, it'll be dark soon."
Han Lin's face turned red with anger. He roared and charged at Ye Xiruo. Two invisible flames appeared in Ye Xiruo's palms. She lightly exchanged a palm strike with Han Lin and then quickly dodged away. Her speed was simply unbelievable.
This was the first time Ling Yue had witnessed Ye Xiruo's skills. Last time, she had only managed to scare away Shaluo by using the Ice Heart Flame and the simultaneous unleashing of ten thousand swords. She knew that Ye Xiruo was only at the late Nascent Soul stage, and now, facing Han Lin, who was at the late Divine Transformation stage, seemed dangerous no matter how you looked at it.
This time, the Ling family truly owes their elders an immense debt of gratitude.
This old man is a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator. Although his techniques and moves are average, and his combat strength is less than a tenth of Brother Xiu Qi's, he is still a Nascent Soul cultivator. Facing him head-on, Ye Xiruo is at a significant disadvantage, but she has no other choice now. Only one of the Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed is left. Even if it can severely injure Han Lin, he still has three Nascent Soul cultivators on his side. Once they are on guard, it will be very difficult to launch a sneak attack.
"Master Han, is your cultivation level built up with pills? Would you like me to give you a Breakthrough Pill?"
Ye Xiruo blocked Han Lin's attack and set fire to half of Han Lin's sleeve.
"You're an alchemist." Han Lin was shocked. Alchemists were a rare breed; if you messed with a lone wolf, it was fine—you could just kill him. But if the other party had a sect behind him, it would be a fight to the death, regardless of whether he died or not.
If you fail to kill him, the alchemist will offer a bounty on your head, leaving you with nowhere to escape. If you do kill him, his sect will exterminate your entire clan.
“Brother Han, you’re getting senile. How could there be an alchemist in Maple Forest City? He doesn’t even look like one.” It was Han Yan’s master who spoke.
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