But they had clearly underestimated Lin Taichu's strength.
"How had this brat's cultivation risen so quickly?" Ao Lie's expression changed drastically. "Patriarch, we need to leave! His aura is unstable. It looks like he's about to break through!"
"Indeed, something is strange about this. We cannot afford a prolonged fight!" Ao Zhentian nodded in agreement.
The three exchanged glances and retreated in perfect coordination.
How could Lin Taichu let them leave? He kicked off the ground and turned into an afterimage as he swept toward them. "Trying to run? Have you asked the sword in my hand?"
As his words fell, a vast murderous aura spread out and enveloped the three of them.
Lin Taichu's killing intent was overwhelming, almost tangible.
Ao Lie and his two brothers turned pale in horror. "How did this guy become so powerful..."
Their movements became slow and stiff, as though they had sunk into a swamp.
Lin Taichu's sword pierced Ao Lie's heart. He then pulled it free and retreated swiftly. "Since you've come, why rush to leave?"
His voice remained icy, but scarlet light churned in his eyes. He resembled a bloodthirsty beast, radiating danger.
Ao Zhentian flew into a rage. "You beast, how dare you!"
Before his words had faded, a blade swept across his throat and pinned him to a tree trunk.
Lin Taichu then lifted his sword and picked the Dragon Crystal from Ao Zhentian's abdomen, storing it away. He glanced around. "The Spirit Spring and Spirit Vein here belong to your Dragon Clan. Today, I will take a portion of them. I will compensate the Dragon Clan another day. As for the rest, I will have someone deliver it later."
"Don't even think about it!" Dragon Soul roared.
Lin Taichu sneered. "Then I'll just take it myself, shall I?"