The old man's expression had barely changed from beginning to end.
It was only a few deaths.
Even Lin Feng was appalled by the old man's ruthlessness.
Everyone allowed in here belonged to the Li Family's direct line. Those three might even have been Lin Feng's uncles or cousins, people he saw every day, shared meals and tea with, and greeted with smiles. During the holidays, they would visit one another with gifts in hand, and they had treated the old man with considerable respect.
Yet the old man had killed them without hesitation.
Watching people he knew die before his eyes.
He seemed to have done something utterly trivial, without a ripple of emotion.
Lin Feng did not move.
The breath spilling out of the coffin should have been corpse qi.
Was there a hopping corpse inside the coffin?
Why had the old man opened the coffin to seek out a hopping corpse?
After watching his clansmen die, the old man suddenly raised his cane and brought it down hard, viciously striking his grandson's spine!
With each blow, his body visibly aged!
Lin Feng suppressed his instinct to fight back.
Because his [Sword Heart Clarity] had not reacted at all.
The old man was not harming him.
Though the old man looked robust, he was absolutely no match for Lin Feng.
But Lin Feng sensed strands of strange power floating around the cane, seeping into his body with each strike.
As the old man struck him, he chanted strange words that were probably Southern Min. The problem was that this time, the game did not translate them for him.
The old man kept striking while signaling for Lin Feng not to cry out.
And Lin Feng really did not.
Because although the old man struck hard, the blows did