Lin Zhenshan's face darkened. He placed one hand on Lin Qi's wrist, and a gentle yet rich, vast force gradually seeped into Lin Qi's body, swiftly passing over the wounds crisscrossed with large and small cracks. With a thought from Lin Qi, faint traces of Dawn divine power drifted out from those wounds. At the slightest touch from Lin Zhenshan's invading force, those traces erupted at once.
With a "Wah!," Dragon Cliff effortlessly produced a great deal of blood, which sprayed out through Lin Qi's mouth. The mouthful was astonishing—at least two jin of blood came pouring out, splattering the ground in a glaring scarlet mess.
Lin Zhenshan withdrew his power in alarm. He nodded and said gravely, "He was wounded by the Church's Dawn divine power. These injuries cannot be faked. And Lin Qi only possesses the strength of a peak Saint Master. He could never be a match for a demigod."
Lin Zhentian and the others nodded repeatedly. Lin Qi was not yet thirty, yet he already possessed the strength of a peak Saint Master. He truly deserved to be called the genius who had claimed the final victory in the great battle for heaven-and-earth spiritual treasures on Frostleaf Island. To possess such strength at so young an age, Lin Qi's future remained bright indeed. Perhaps the Tiger Clan would produce another peerlessly brilliant Grand Elder.
"You wounded Lin Bule!" Lin Zhenhai narrowed his eyes at Lin Qi.
"I used a magic scroll!" Lin Qi looked at Lin Zhenhai with complete "frankness." "My true strength is not enough to injure him!"
"Then Lin Buhuan's side..." Lin Zhentian fell silent in thought.
"I truly never touched a single hair on their heads!" Lin Qi sighed helplessly. "I swear upon Elder Pu Nan's soul—it truly was not I who acted