Resurrection

After Lin Zhen was bound, fell to the ground, and lay silent and motionless, this period could be called a time of celebration for the people of Qin Kingdom.

Especially when a Martial Artist announced that Lin Zhen was dead, the people of Qin Kingdom were more excited than if it were New Year's or they had won the lottery.

The forum was flooded with celebratory posts scrolling so fast upward that the screen had become a blur.

In any city of Qin Kingdom, thunderous cheers could be heard.

Whatever the merchants sold, they branded it as part of the celebration.

In barely a dozen seconds, all sorts of products had appeared: Slay Lin Zhen Brand Pull Rope, Slay Lin Zhen Brand Mask, and countless others.

There were even Legends of the Top Ten Experts. No one even knew who the ten people were yet, but poets and scholars had already begun preparing to write. Whoever finished first would be the bestseller.

That one-plus minute was paradise for the people of Qin Kingdom.

After three people in succession confirmed that Lin Zhen was dead, the Three Flowers Martial Artist leading the group stepped forward.

"Alas! We overestimated Lin Zhen. Five Beast Binding Spirit Locks were completely unnecessary against him. This was like using anti-aircraft guns to swat mosquitoes—a waste of talent and resources. No matter how gifted he was, he was still only a World King. Could he really turn the heavens upside down?"

"There's nothing to be done. The man is already dead. Take him away and report to the Holy Master."

"Come on, untie these ropes. These are 50 Billion Rope apiece—the most expensive ropes in the Origin Realm, I'd say. Be careful, and don't damage them. The Holy Master may need them someday to bind other