Lin Xiaotian's sudden action instantly alarmed everyone in the plaza. Many disciples' expressions changed. Was the Sect Master about to kill himself?
"Humph!"
But with Lin Yunhai's cold snort, a vast soul force abruptly pressed down, restraining Lin Xiaotian's hands and stopping him.
"Master..." Lin Xiaotian looked at Lin Yunhai in disarray.
"Did I ever say you could die? From the day I adopted you, I gave you life, and I told you then that from that day onward, I alone could decide your life and death in this world. I have only been in seclusion for seventy-odd years, yet have you forgotten it all?" Lin Yunhai said coldly. His face was expressionless, yet he carried an authority that inspired awe without anger.
As powerful as Lin Xiaotian was, the master of a sect, before this white-haired elder with the face of a child, he instantly became like a frail little chick.
"This disciple would not dare!" Hearing Lin Yunhai's question, Lin Xiaotian immediately kowtowed in terror.
This scene caused the disciples below to change color as well, and they began secretly speculating. Just what kind of person was this legendary founding patriarch? Why did even the Sect Master fear him so deeply? Before him, he had completely lost the bearing of a sect master and instead seemed like a servant.
"Kneel there and reflect properly first," Lin Yunhai said indifferently. Then his gaze shifted slightly. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly looked toward Chen Fan in the distance. At the same time, a terrifying pressure followed his gaze and locked onto Chen Fan.
"You wish to destroy my Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" His voice was incomparably cold and utterly calm, without the slightest emotion. No one could discern his joy, anger, sorrow, or delight.
Chen Fan's expression