After dealing with Curse Ghost Demon Lord, Wang Yu did not bother with the battle between Jin Yan Daoren and the Thunder Corpse at all. His target was extremely clear: he headed straight for Jin Lin.
"It's you..."
Even wearing the Fiend Dragon Armor, Jin Lin could still recognize Wang Yu's true face. After all, he had targeted him far too many times in the past, and had investigated his background more than once.
Besides, the current Wang Yu was far too famous.
Earlier, he had taken down Curse Ghost in a few swift moves, clean as cutting through tangled hemp, and it had truly been shocking. This meant that compared to the rumors, Wang Yu's strength had always been advancing at a terrifying speed.
This point was not cultivation at all. Whose genius could keep breaking through after reaching Nascent Soul, advancing like splitting bamboo all the way, without any regard for reason?
If, when facing Jin Miaoshan, he still had the confidence to trade curses with her, then when facing Wang Yu, all that remained was a hard mouth hiding a hollow heart.
"Wang Yu, I know you. If you kill this young master, Gold Abundance Pavilion won't let you off. Don't forget that you once caused an enormous loss of reputation to the Pavilion.
"You were already being watched to begin with. This time, you've even taken the initiative to hand an excuse into the hands of my branch. If I die... you won't have an easy time either!"
Wang Yu dismissed it with disdain.
Black Ice spread through the air. Very quickly, it covered Jin Lin's body and froze him into a huge lump of ice.
"A mere Core Formation Ninth Layer, yet you've repeatedly desired to bring This Seat to death and blocked Wang's Dao