Lin Chuan before him was completely different from what Lin Hao had imagined.
He had thought Lin Chuan would show pain, struggle, or perhaps deep-seated hatred. Yet standing before Lin Chuan now, he saw no emotion in his eyes—only calmness, indifference, and a total lack of feeling. It was as though they shared no blood relation and had no past worth speaking of. They were complete strangers. Even hatred could not be found in Lin Chuan's eyes.
If he had to name an emotion, Lin Hao felt that he saw a faint trace of excitement and anticipation in Lin Chuan's eyes. That feeling was not like looking at a person, but more like looking at a rare treasure.
"Looks like... we really have nothing to say..." Lin Hao glanced at the black spheres floating around them as killing intent gradually rose in his eyes. "You think you can kill me with just these tricks? Don't forget, I'm also one of the Lin Clan's top prodigies!"
Lin Hao was at the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, and his strength was unquestionably formidable. Back then, the Lin Clan Elders Council had arranged for him to father children with numerous women because he was exceptionally gifted to begin with, and his children would likewise inherit powerful bloodlines. This could be seen from Lin An. Thus, Lin Hao was not weak at all. He was a renowned Mahayana cultivator across the Central River Continent.
Seeing that Lin Chuan had no intention of even using the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, anger immediately rose in his heart. This was contempt for him. Even though he knew it would be difficult to survive this time, such contempt still infuriated him beyond measure.
"This is a technique I've recently cultivated. It's called the Truth-Seeking Orb. To