(｀?′) What's Wrong with a Snake? Quit Talking Nonsense and Stick Your Head Out So I Can Have a Taste!

Lin Heng felt utterly wronged!

"Move!! Seize that brat for me! Southern Continent doesn't allow anyone this badass to exist!" Fan Ziyan called to his men beside him.

Before those people could react, Lin Heng instantly appeared before him.

Fan Ziyan was greatly alarmed!

In his panic, he tried to draw the sword from his back, only to find it jammed!

Sadly, there were no pillars here for him to circle around!

Lin Heng grabbed him and hoisted him up, sneering, "That's it? Taking the enemy commander's head from the midst of an army as easily as reaching into a bag—you don't even deserve that saying!"

The Xu Family siblings' expressions changed drastically.

"Release the Young Heir at once!"

"Stop! Let go of Brother Ziyan!"

Someone struck from the shadows. It was an immensely powerful aura, most likely Fan Ziyan's protector.

However, the other party had not expected Lin Heng to suddenly make the first move!

Boom—!

The attack descended. Lin Heng dodged in time, dragging Fan Ziyan along with him.

The temple shook violently. The spot where Lin Heng had just stood had been smashed into an exceptionally deep pit, from which Nether Flame blazed.

Meng Yutong struck and blocked the second attack, her gaze indifferent as she looked at the man standing at the very back.

"Old Su, save me!" Fan Ziyan shouted.

The man stepped forward, his burning gaze fixed on Meng Yutong. He said disdainfully, "Return to Void Late Stage? That is indeed somewhat troublesome, but this venerable one stands at the Return to Void Peak, a half-step Dao Integration existence!"

"Release my Young Heir, and we can still discuss this properly!"

"Hehe! You're awfully full of yourself. The Young Heir is in our hands, yet you still dare speak in that tone. Or do you