Ice River Valley · Outer Perimeter.
After news of the Yu Clan Ancestor's grave injuries spread back, of the nine great Immortal Clans, aside from the Old Lin Family that had already stabbed them in the back, nearly every other clan sent someone with authority.
Even the Xiao Clan, which had been lurking beneath the surface all this time, had no choice but to show itself.
"Fellow Daoist Peng, you and Fellow Daoist Yu joined forces, yet you failed to capture even one of those siblings, Lin Heng and Dugu Yueli?" The Hong Clan Ancestor's tone carried a trace of displeasure.
"Are you saying we're incompetent?"
"Let me tell you, those siblings' ability to flee is not the least bit inferior to the Old Lin Family's. And hasn't Lin Heng already been confirmed as a member of the Changlin Clan?"
"What sort of people are the Old Lin Family? Over all these years, how many of them have you ever managed to catch? Hmm?" Peng Shang turned his head, his icy gaze sweeping across them all.
Everyone looked awkward, unable to answer.
The Old Lin Family was famously slippery as mud loaches. From old to young, every one of them honed their ability to run for their lives. They had truly carried out the saying, "As long as green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
After all, only by staying alive could they have a chance to turn the tables.
If they wanted to kill someone from the Old Lin Family, they simply could not catch them without surrounding and intercepting them from every direction.
Lin Heng had inherited some of the Old Lin Family's ways, and his strength was absurdly formidable. He could even reproduce and imitate the divine abilities and secret arts they had used