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Lan Lin's death made my face turn exceptionally grim. I hadn't seen how the old monster Luo Shanyang had unleashed that sword, but the Sword Qi had already pierced through the ice behind Lan Lin. They were both at the Nine-Yang Realm, yet the strength between father and son differed by far more than a single step!
Luo Yongdan stared blankly as Lan Lin's corpse gradually turned into golden dust and vanished. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he looked at his father in disbelief.
"Born with true dragon blood, yet you refused to make progress and instead fooled around with a vile beast that was once a grass snake! You deserve to die ten thousand deaths!" the old monster Luo Shanyang said darkly. He then looked at his son and continued, "Yongdan, there's no need to grieve over such a slut. Back then, her father entrusted her to me on his deathbed and betrothed her to you. Yet she failed to observe a woman's virtue and wantonly carried on with Nie Zong. She has already lost the pride that the dragon race should possess. I've now contacted the patriarch of the Leizhou Dragon Race. Once this matter is over, he'll betroth his own daughter to you. Our Carefree Immortal Valley will never marry such an improper, fickle woman!"
"Dad... I... I love Lan Lin. I really love her..." Tears welled in Luo Yongdan's eyes, and he was utterly heartbroken. It seemed that this middle-aged member of the Demon Race was completely different from his own father.
"Useless! What you need is true dragon blood like mine. That way, your children can inherit everything I possess!" Luo Shanyang reproached him somewhat. He seemed to have grown accustomed to everything Luo Yongdan had done for Lan Lin and believed his