Buzz! Buzz!
A crisp sword chime rang out, making the void tremble violently.
Lin San appeared beside Qin Hao as a streak of sword light. The gale whipped his clothes, and terrifying sword intent surged around him, as if it could transcend the laws of heaven and earth, sever every restraint, and shatter every chain.
"What kind of monsters are these people?!"
Zhao Changsheng was startled, his gaze falling on Lin San.
He remembered that the last time he'd gone with them to the Hidden Sect, Lin San's sword intent had still been a nascent form called Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent, honed with the help of Qin Feng's Green Ping Sword Intent.
He'd never imagined that in just a few years, Lin San would have perfected it completely. It was now only slightly inferior to Qin Feng's Green Ping Sword Intent.
"Hahaha..."
Unlike Zhao Changsheng, the Immortal Alliance Master was overjoyed.
Those brats Long Aotian and the others used to bully him for being old, showing up at the retirement home every few days to beat him up. But who could escape the wheel of karma? Heaven spared no one. Now another bunch of youngsters had come along to bully him.
"Good. It's time to settle the score!"
Lin San made a point of having a just cause for the fight. His voice rang out like striking steel. "Back then, in the Lower Realm, you let creatures from another world invade the Ancient Wasteland for your own selfish reasons, nearly wiping out my human race. Now that you're in the Immortal Realm, you've once again started a war between the southeastern and northern regions for your own desires, plunging the whole Immortal Realm into misery and leaving countless Rogue Cultivators homeless. How can someone like you deserve to live in this