Not Running Was the Same as Waiting to Die?

Hearing that Wei Luo had charged into the Huang Family, Lin Lou shot to his feet, even overturning the table. Only when he felt a chill around his crotch did he hurriedly fasten his belt.

"Lord Lin Lou, that man is impervious to blades and spears—he kills anyone he sees! Young Master Youming isn't here. Please act quickly and capture him!"

The Huang clansman pleaded through tears, clearly still unaware that his young master had already gone to report to the underworld.

Lin Lou hesitated briefly. His expression shifted several times before he said in shock,

"That fiend is actually so vicious? He dared come right to our door? Fine, I certainly won't spare him."

Hearing this, hope immediately lit up in the Huang clansman's eyes.

Their young master's fellow disciple was a Force Training Martial Master. As long as he was willing to act, capturing Wei Luo alive would be no trouble at all!

But after a pause, Lin Lou added,

"My cultivation method is rather special. Before every fight, I need to enter meditation and move my blood for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. No one can disturb me during that time. Go stand guard outside first. Under no circumstances may you let anyone interrupt me.

"Once I enter meditation, I'll be able to kill this fiend!"

"Rest assured, Lord Lin Lou. Even if Wei Luo comes, he'll have to step over my corpse to get to you."

Although this round, fat Huang Family man was somewhat puzzled, there were countless kinds of martial arts and cultivation methods in the world. He did not suspect anything, and respectfully withdrew from the room, calling several Huang Family clansmen over to guard the door with him.

Yet the moment the door closed, Lin Lou's brows twisted