"Boy, you dared to ruin my clan's great undertaking. Now you'd better cherish this wonderful time, because it is all you have left!"
As Lin Ming basked in the cheers and reverence coming from all over the mountain, a voice so cold it seemed to drift up from the depths of Nine Nether quietly slipped into his ears like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
That voice held endless malice, bone-deep hatred, and even more, a kind of... killing intent.
Lin Ming turned his head slightly and saw Hun Xuzi in the distance, staring fixedly at him with a gaze that seemed almost ready to devour him.
His face, which had originally been rather refined, was now twisted almost out of shape. His eyes were filled with blood, like an enraged trapped beast.
As his words fell, Hun Xuzi's figure became blurred in an instant, like a reflection in water shattered by a thrown stone. Then, with a "bang," it completely dissipated from where he stood.
He had fled directly, carrying a chest full of rage, endless malice, and an unforgettable hatred for Lin Ming, vanishing without a trace.
Gazing in the direction where Hun Xuzi had disappeared, the smile on Lin Ming's face slowly faded. A deep, solemn look flashed through his eyes.
Hun Xuzi's final words were not empty bluster, much less the whimper of a loser dog. They were a kind of... declaration of war.
The Hun Clan, the strangest and most powerful of the Ancient Eight Clans, was finally going to make a move against him.
Lin Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the churning thoughts in his heart.
From this moment on, there was no longer any room for reconciliation between him and the Hun Clan. The vengeance for the destruction of the Soul