Ye Chen clutched the heavy Sword Box to his chest as if he had found a priceless treasure.
Almost at the same moment.
A fierce gust of wind swept in.
Lin Tianlong's figure appeared at the living room entrance as well.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the disheveled Ye Chen in the corner, and sneered.
"Run, then. Why aren't you running anymore?"
"Ye Chen, this old man advises you to surrender obediently!"
"Let me slap you to death and send you to accompany my poor disciple Lin Yang. That would at least give you a quick death."
"Otherwise... this old man will not only skin you alive and tear out your tendons, but also kill your entire family and wipe out your whole clan!!"
Lin Tianlong's voice was icy and murderous, his face filled with absolute confidence that Ye Chen was already in his grasp.
Hearing that, Ye Chen instantly snapped and flew into another furious rage.
"Damn it!!"
"That Profligate Young Master Jiang Che bullied me and even cuckolded me, but now even an old bastard like you dares to bully me?!"
"Do you really think This Hall Master is some soft persimmon anyone can squeeze?!"
Blinded by endless fury, Ye Chen abruptly raised his head. A mocking and savage smile curled across his lips as he retorted without restraint.
"Old bastard! Don't speak too soon! It's still uncertain who will win and who will lose!"
"Now, I'll let you see This Hall Master's true foundation! Watch how I deal with you, you old turtle!!"
After saying that, Ye Chen wore a confident expression, his face filled with the feverish excitement of an imminent comeback. He reached out and pressed the latch on the Sword Box.
"Come, sword!!"
He shouted and violently flipped open