Back at the Ancient Tomb Mansion, Lin Dong still remembered how Wang Pan and Wang Yan had caused trouble for him. Though he had suffered no losses and had even received compensation, that did not mean the matter was simply over.
Ultimately, that compensation had not been given because of Lin Dong, but because they did not dare offend Lin Xuan.
Under Lin Dong's gaze, a golden light suddenly flared. The sound of tearing wind rang out as a massive golden spear swept rapidly over from above the ground, accompanied by an arrogant, domineering aura.
"Wang Yan!"
Seeing that familiar figure, a chill surfaced on Lin Dong's face. As cold light flickered in his eyes, an imposing aura surged from his body and charged straight at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan had only just steadied himself atop the massive golden spear and was about to properly display the bearing of a prodigy of the Wang Clan when he sensed an aura rushing directly at him. His brows sank, and fury instantly rose within him.
"Hmph! Courting death!"
What kind of proud person was Wang Yan? How could he tolerate such provocation? He immediately answered with his own aura.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the two auras collided head-on, erupting with a powerful shockwave that startled countless people.
The surrounding spectators looked at Wang Yan in the air, then at the cold-faced, murderous Lin Dong. They all retreated, clearing out the area.
Mu Qianqian glanced at Lin Dong, whose eyes gleamed with cold light, but did not move from where she stood. She merely remained at his side and asked softly.
"Lin Dong, do you have a grudge against Wang Yan?"
Lin Dong ignored Mu Qianqian. He merely raised his head to look at Wang Yan, gave a derisive laugh, and, imitating Little