"..."
Chen Juexin and Ye Qingcheng had thought the outrageous things were over, and that they had more or less grown used to them.
Never had they imagined that afterward, something every bit as outrageous-even more so-would follow.
Summoning the undead!
And a powerful soul whose cultivation was no weaker, whose oppressive presence was even stronger!
Chen Juexin's assessment was: This little brother of mine really isn't human. He's as powerful as a god.
After learning all this, Lin Qianlang had already gone numb inside.
Chen Mu had no intention of wasting time on him.
This was the perfect opportunity to test whether Lin Zhen, summoned as an undead, truly was as unwaveringly loyal as the system had claimed.
"Go. Kill him," Chen Mu ordered.
Lin Zhen rose and nodded, accepting the command.
Then he turned and walked toward Lin Qianlang.
"Grandfather, no, don't kill me..." With the chain pulled tight around his neck, Lin Qianlang struggled to force out a hoarse voice.
Lin Zhen remained utterly unmoved and soon stood before him.
He raised his hand, and with a wet squelch, punched straight through the left side of Lin Qianlang's chest.
Then, with another squelch, he pulled his arm free.
There, plainly visible in his palm, was a... heart!
A slight squeeze of his fingers crushed it flat and burst it apart.
Lin Qianlang died.
Lin Zhen did not forget to finish the job, erasing Lin Qianlang's soul from existence as well.
He completely extinguished even the faint hope that Lin Qianlang might someday reincarnate.
"..." Chen Juexin and Ye Qingcheng exchanged a glance, their feelings identical.
No words were needed. Each understood the other.
Neither had expected Lin Zhen, as a grandfather, to strike his own grandson, Lin Qianlang, down so decisively.
There had not been the slightest