"What happened?"
A group of Lin Family clansmen sensed the intense fluctuations of immortal power and hurriedly ran out.
To watch the excitement.
That's right, to watch the excitement.
"What's there to panic about? Founding Ancestor Cheng is still here. If someone really dared to break into the Lin Family, wouldn't they be courting death?"
That was what many people were thinking.
Then, when they saw the Immortal Lord elders rushing over, their expressions suddenly turned strange and astonished. Yet the elders showed no hostility; instead, they seemed faintly excited... and so everyone became even less worried.
Clearly, neither side in the battle posed any threat to the Lin Family.
Otherwise, the elders would not be standing to one side so leisurely, watching the show.
They were even calmly exchanging voice transmissions with one another.
"Everyone... am I seeing things? Did I sense it wrong?"
"That's Clan Chief Lin Tian's aura?"
"He... wasn't he dead? How could he..."
"It's Founding Ancestor Cheng!"
"Clan Chief Lin Tian's aura is so powerful. It feels like he could kill me with ease... His strength seems to have improved tremendously!"
The elders were shocked, ecstatic, thrilled...
Boom!
Lin Hanshuang's figure vanished. A longsword radiating bone-chilling cold suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, shattered the void, and slashed toward a figure in the distance!
Lin Tian was helpless. He had finally come back to life, only to get beaten up by his own daughter the moment he revived.
Who could he even complain to about this?
Facing the descending longsword, Lin Tian remained utterly unruffled. He lightly extended two fingers and casually caught the blade between them.
Rumble!
With a deafening crash, the longsword did not move an inch.
A trace of helplessness flashed across Lin Tian's resolute face, along with a measure of gratification.