The Fall of the Luo Family (Part Two)

"Father!"

Luo Tai was shocked. He had never expected Luo Wandeng to lose so quickly, to be driven into such desperate straits the moment they clashed.

Seeing Luo Wandeng rolling across the ground while Lin Qing pursued him, saber in hand, Luo Tai grew frantic.

"Stop!"

Luo Tai roared and charged with his spear. Its tip tore through the air, thrusting straight at Lin Qing's body from the side.

"Stay back!" Luo Wandeng shouted. He now looked at Lin Qing with horror. When their blades had met, it had felt as though a force of ten thousand jun had poured into his arm. He had been powerless to resist it.

But Luo Tai had already reached Lin Qing. His spearwork was impressive: in an instant, he thrust seven times in succession, each strike aimed at a different vital point, each faster than the last. The spearpoints glittered like cold stars, joining to form the Big Dipper.

Lin Qing turned and slashed. His saber flashed in an arc like a crescent moon, its brilliant edge shredding the spear's afterimages. The weapon flew from Luo Tai's hands.

"How can he be so strong?" Luo Tai was horrified. Both hands had gone completely numb. An immense force had surged up the spear and into his arms, twisting and breaking the bones. Even the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers had split, leaving his hands drenched in blood.

"Get out of the way!"

Luo Wandeng cried out, but Lin Qing's second slash had already fallen. Purple Thunder Astral Qi still coiled around the blade, which moved as swiftly as lightning. Luo Wandeng could not even make out its path.

Cold light flashed. Luo Tai's head fell from his shoulders, and blood shot skyward.

"No!" Luo Wandeng's eyes bulged, his gaze stretched so wide it