Thinking of this, the fury on his face flared even more fiercely. His eyes turned bloodshot, his killing intent soared into the heavens, and waves of terrifying fluctuations burst from his body.
"Lin Taichu, you dared to hurt my father. I'll make sure you die without a burial ground!"
At that moment, a charming voice rang out. A woman in a black dress descended through the air. Her face was exquisite and stunning, like a fairy from a painting. Her figure was graceful, her skin crystal-clear and lustrous, radiating an alluring glow like a gift from the heavens.
This woman was Bai Linglong, a genius of the Bai Clan. She had intended to make a grand display at Lin Taichu's banquet, but Bai Feng had ruined it, leaving her without an opportunity.
This time, she had finally found the right chance, only for Lin Taichu to ruin her plans again.
At the thought of this, her face turned livid. She wished she could kill Lin Taichu immediately and avenge her father.
"Did your father send you to kill me?" Lin Taichu swept his gaze over Bai Linglong.
"Of course. Who else would it be if not my father?" Bai Linglong snapped.
"I see. Then I'll send you both on your way!" Lin Taichu's expression turned icy. A terrifying pressure erupted from his body, making the surrounding void tremble. Pieces of lightning-wreathed armor emerged around him, encasing him and radiating dreadful might.
Bai Linglong's expression changed slightly. The lightning-wreathed armor gave her an immense sense of oppression. It seemed that a single bolt of lightning would be enough to blast her to death on the spot.
"Hmph, you think this shabby lightning armor can stop me?" Bai Linglong snorted. A silver saber appeared in her hand, its blade flowing with silvery-white