"Uncle, don't agree! Even if the barrier breaks, you still have a chance to escape and return to save the Lin Clan!"
Dongshen Zhuojun saw that he was about to agree and hurriedly grabbed him.
"If my grandson is gone, is there still any need to save them..."
Dongshen Yue stood nearby, utterly dumbfounded, old tears streaming down his face.
"But at least with you all still alive, the Lin Clan still has a chance to hold on! The Sword God Lin Clan has already fallen into danger. It needs you!" Dongshen Zhuojun said.
As an outsider, he naturally did not believe Lin Xiao had to sacrifice his life for the Sword God Lin Clan.
He merely wanted Lin Xiao not to fall into the trap and risk his life against Chihun for a slim chance that could even be called impossible.
"If you rush out now and return to the Lin Clan, it may still not be too late. Zhuojun and I will escort you back!"
Dongshen Yang roared from atop the altar.
Everyone knew this was a scheme!
Chihun wanted Lin Xiao's life.
Whatever happened in the Boundless Sword Sea, there was no way it could be changed over here at Mount Tai'a!
At that moment, the hearts of countless people were bleeding.
High in the heavens, Chihun smiled as he walked forward, counting down the time.
He knew that the words he wanted to hear would surely ring out.
Heaven and earth were deathly silent!
Suddenly!
A drunken, glib, carefree voice rang out behind Chihun!
"One against many isn't much fun, is it? You, the Tenth Realm King, are so damn impressive that you ought to be able to fight two by yourself at the very least. Only then would us old, weak, sick, and crippled folks