"Dangerous building! Dangerous building!"
In the distance, the shrill wail of sirens could faintly be heard.
"This is no place to stay!"
Lin Tianlong's eyes turned cold. He knew he was in terrible condition right now; if the authorities cornered him, he would be in serious trouble.
"Ye Chen... you ruthless bastard! I'll remember this debt!!"
He gave the ruins one final look. Without any time to tend to his injuries, he endured the searing pain inside him, flickered through the air, and leaped from a shattered window under the cover of night and dust, swiftly vanishing into the endless darkness.
The night was black as ink, while sirens rose and fell, tearing through the peace of the western district.
As Lin Tianlong fled, he furiously unleashed an obscenity-laden tirade in his heart at Ye Chen, whose body had already been blown to pieces!
"Bastard! Lunatic! You damn mongrel!!"
He, Lin Tianlong, the towering pillar of Jiangnan's martial arts world, had not only failed to stylishly kill that useless live-in son-in-law in seconds today, but had instead been left battered, filthy, and severely wounded by the man's final self-destruction...
If word got out, where would he put his old face? How could he continue making a living in the martial world?
"Ye Chen! I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!!"
"You fucking died, and you still insisted on dragging me down with you! You're utterly insane!"
Lin Tianlong cursed all the way, but his feet did not dare slow for even an instant.
Enduring the agony that felt as though his organs had been displaced, he pushed his movement technique to its limit, turning into a gray phantom that disappeared into the vast night.
An hour later.
On the outskirts of Jiangnan, within an expansive, antique-style garden residence.
Lin Tianlong