After a long while, he sighed and said, "As far as I know, it was because of the Sacred Spirit Sword in your possession. Murong Haotian is determined to obtain it."
"The Sacred Spirit Sword." Lin Taichu murmured, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes. He had stumbled into acquiring the Sacred Spirit Sword by sheer accident, yet his luck was this terrible.
"Are you sure it was Murong Haotian?" Lin Taichu asked again. This man was one of Murong Haotian's followers and should have known him well. He did not believe the other man would fail to recognize him.
"I'm sure." The man nodded.
"Why were you helping Murong Haotian?" Lin Taichu asked again.
"Young Palace Master Murong promised that once he obtained the Sacred Spirit Sword, he would make us Core Disciples of Tianluo Palace," the man explained.
"I see." Lin Taichu narrowed his eyes slightly. No wonder he hired assassins to kill me. He was afraid I would grow into a threat to him, so he wanted to borrow another's hand to get rid of me. Too bad his scheme failed.
"Since you know my secret, you'll remain here forever." Lin Taichu's tone was filled with bone-chilling coldness. He had always been a ruthless man, cruel and merciless toward his enemies, much less someone who had tried to kill him.
Rip. A dazzling golden beam shot from Lin Taichu's palm, like an unparalleled divine sword, unimaginably fast.
It instantly pierced through the man's chest, boring through his beating heart. The man's eyes widened, his eyeballs bulging with intense unwillingness and regret.
Had he known this would happen, he would rather never have come to assassinate him than bring about his own death.
Bang. Lin Taichu swung his arm forward, and the man's corpse immediately exploded into