At this moment, he did not even dare look Lin Taichu in the eye. He only wanted to flee this place as quickly as possible. Though unwilling to admit it, the other man was indeed stronger than him. There was no suspense in this battle; defeat was inevitable for him.
His fate had already been decided.
"Who exactly are you?" the man asked, raising his head. His voice was hoarse and somewhat desolate.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is that all of you must die," Lin Taichu said calmly. His tone was utterly placid, yet it contained boundless icy intent.
"Dream on!" the man roared through gritted teeth. He was a member of the Imperial Palace—how could he willingly accept death?
His figure suddenly shot forward, moving even faster than before.
The man felt a powerful sense of danger descend upon him, and every hair on his body stood on end. With a bang, an invisible attack struck the clothing on his back. His body shuddered violently and flew backward, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.
Lin Taichu drifted down into the Void, standing with his hands behind his back. His demeanor was proud as he looked disdainfully at the man and said indifferently, "Do you have any last words?"
"Cough, cough..." The middle-aged man coughed several times, glaring at Lin Taichu with a savage expression. As an Emperor Realm expert, he had actually been forced into such a state by someone at the peak of the Origin Emperor Fifth Layer. It was truly humiliating.
However, he quickly calmed down, and another idea arose in his mind. If he could capture this fellow and present him to the Holy Son, perhaps his status would rise.
After all, this was the Holy City, the sacred land of the