With a thunderous crash, many of the buildings on the ground collapsed as Jia Shentian landed, leaving behind a shocking crater.
Earth and stone flew everywhere as dust billowed into the air.
Yan Lin looked down and sneered. "Old man, you enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you? Now it's my turn!"
He had no intention of letting Jia Shentian off easily.
It would have been one thing if the old man had merely used the excuse of sparring to probe him, but he had actually dared to get serious. Did he really think Yan Lin was someone he could bully?
In a flash, Yan Lin appeared once more, arriving at the dust-filled area.
With a wave of his hand, he stirred up a fierce gust that swept away the choking smoke obscuring his vision, revealing Jia Shentian still standing in the crater, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
A casual strike from a Dou Zong was not something a Dou Huang could easily withstand.
Only after personally experiencing the power of a Dou Zong did Jia Shentian realize that the gap between himself and one far exceeded his imagination.
He neither wanted nor dared to continue fighting.
These old bones of his truly could not endure Yan Lin's torment.
The Jia Ma Imperial Family was suffering from a lack of successors. If he fell, the other powers in the Imperial Capital would descend like wolves and tigers to tear at them. At that point, the Jia Ma Imperial Family would truly decline beyond recovery.
Jia Shentian did not want that to happen, so he chose to lower his head to Yan Lin. In a somewhat anxious tone, he secretly negotiated with him. "Please hold your hand, sir. This old man was offensive just now. I can