Then the door opened, and a fierce-looking young man swaggered in, glaring viciously at Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu frowned slightly and glanced up at him. "I don't know you."
"Don't play dumb with me, Laozi! You stole the Netherworld Sect's cultivation technique and got so many of my fellow disciples killed. Your crimes are unforgivable! I'll give you one chance now—hand over that technique. Otherwise, Laozi will take your miserable life!" the man threatened venomously.
A sharp killing intent flashed in Lin Taichu's eyes. He said coldly, "If you want the technique, come take it if you can."
The man flew into a rage and struck at Lin Taichu's head with his palm, intending to take his life while he was ill.
Lin Taichu's expression darkened abruptly. His right hand gripped his sword tightly as he slashed out. The sharp blade cut through the air and swept across the man's arm in an instant, blood spraying out and staining his clothes red.
The man cried out in alarm and hurriedly retreated several steps, clutching his bleeding arm as he glared furiously at Lin Taichu. "You brat, you dare injure me?"
Lin Taichu said disdainfully, "Trash!"
"Courting death!" the man roared and charged at him again. This time, however, he did not use a sword, instead engaging Lin Taichu in hand-to-hand combat.
A mocking curve appeared at Lin Taichu's lips. Gripping his sword in his right hand, he brought it slashing down head-on.
Clang! The two swords collided, sparks flying as the deafening ring of steel filled the room.
"Ah..." Along with the man's miserable scream, his left arm was severed by Lin Taichu's blade.
The man staggered back a few steps, glaring hatefully at Lin Taichu as he roared, "Lin Taichu, don't get cocky! Sooner or later, you'll fall into