Feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from Xiao Yang, Lin Taichu's entire body stiffened. His lips trembled as he forced out the words.
His mental fortitude was far too weak; he did not resemble a sixth-level Martial Disciple at all.
"A thousand Spirit Stones? That is quite tempting!"
Xiao Yang raised an eyebrow slightly.
A thousand Spirit Stones were enough to buy a century-old medicinal herb, capable of increasing one's cultivation by more than ten years.
They could also be used to strengthen the physical body.
"Unfortunately, Spirit Stones are not what I lack."
"If I kill you, I can take your Spirit Stones too."
Xiao Yang gave Lin Taichu an indifferent glance and shook his head.
"What?"
Lin Taichu's expression changed drastically upon hearing that.
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yang extended his palm and threw a punch.
The punch was like a dragon reaching out with its claws. Surging airwaves followed it like a roaming dragon baring its fangs, slamming viciously into Lin Taichu's chest.
Crack!
Every bone in Lin Taichu's body shattered, and he was flung away like a sandbag, crashing into a tree trunk.
"Xiao Yang!"
He barely crawled out of the wreckage, his face filled with grief and fury.
"I underestimated you. You are worthy of seeing my true strength." Lin Taichu's lips curled upward slightly.
The surrounding treetops shook, and countless green leaves fluttered down.
Soon, dense footsteps rang out.
Several men in green robes with long sabers on their backs sprang from the forest. Every one of them possessed cultivation around the fifth level of Martial Disciple.
"Xiao Yang, you dared to attack the Lin Family. You are definitely dead!"
Looking at those men, Lin Taichu's face twisted viciously.
"Oh?"
Xiao Yang frowned slightly. "The Lin Family? Which Lin Family?"