Whatever their purpose, Chen Lin could never admit that he had killed Huang Dafu.
He stared at the man and said gravely, "I don't know what you're talking about, nor have I seen any belongings of this Huang Dafu. Perhaps there's been some misunderstanding?"
"Hmph, you won't shed a tear until you see your coffin."
The Bound-Hair Man snorted coldly and urged the Dark Red Flying Sword into a chorus of ringing cries, murderous intent radiating from him.
But before he could strike, an azure dragon swooped ferociously down at him with boundless might.
Chen Lin had actually launched the first attack!
The first to strike held the advantage. Since they had already decided he was guilty, the battle-hardened Chen Lin hesitated no longer and unleashed his strongest blow.
"Impossible! A pseudo spirit treasure!"
At the sight of the nearly tangible phantom image of the Cyan Flood Dragon, and the spiritual might that left even a Golden Core Cultivator like him struggling to breathe, the Bound-Hair Middle-Aged Man cried out in terror.
Pseudo spirit treasures were exceedingly rare, and most were held by Nascent Soul True Lords. Even he had never dared hope for one, yet Chen Lin actually possessed one.
Caught off guard, he lost his chance to dodge and could only send his Natal Flying Sword up to meet it.
When the two collided, the Bound-Hair Middle-Aged Man's Natal Flying Sword gave a mournful cry and was knocked away by the Azure Flood Dragon Halberd. Still, it bought him a sliver of time to take out a palm-sized, earthen-yellow talisman.
Once activated, the talisman formed a small circular shield. Unassuming though it looked, its power was extraordinary, and it withstood the remainder of the Azure Flood Dragon Halberd's assault.
Before the Bound-Hair Middle-Aged Man could do anything else,