At that moment, the man felt some regret. If he had known, he should have taken him away as well. Otherwise, he would not have had to bear such an enormous risk.
"Who I am is none of your concern. You only need to know that you must die today."
Lin Taichu spoke indifferently. Then he raised his palm, and an incomparably dazzling divine light flashed across the sky. A wondrous aura spread outward as a divine bow appeared in his hand.
"Hm?" A trace of confusion appeared in the man's eyes, but he soon discovered that the divine bow was extraordinary. It faintly emitted unusual fluctuations, and when he looked at it, countless melodies unexpectedly echoed in his mind, melodious and pleasing to the ear.
"This is..." The man's expression immediately stiffened. The melodies drifted toward him and landed upon his eardrums. He instantly closed his eyes, desperately trying to block out the sound, yet the music still lingered by his ears. He could not shake it off at all.
"Ah..." A miserable cry rolled from the man's throat. The melodies were like countless tiny steel needles piercing into his head, and the pain made his soul tremble.
His body struggled wildly, yet it was as though he had been imprisoned. He could not move at all.
"How could this be!" He stared in disbelief at the scene before him. He had cultivated for a hundred years and endured endless trials. His will was incomparably steadfast—how could he fail to resist even a single bow?
"Get out of here!" the man roared. His incomparably powerful voice resounded between heaven and earth as he suddenly threw a punch. A terrifying fist seal appeared in the void, containing tyrannical power capable of destroying everything as it blasted toward the divine bow.