A man appeared beside Yang Jian, as though he had belonged there all along.
"He's yours. Erase every trace that he ever existed in this world!"
Yang Jian spoke rapidly, pointing at the immobilized middle-aged man.
Not a ripple of emotion crossed Shen Lin's ordinary face.
He glanced at the middle-aged man, then at Zhang Wei, who lay on the ground undergoing a transformation, and instantly understood how dangerous the situation was.
"All right." Shen Lin wasted no words.
He closed his eyes. An uncanny fluctuation that could penetrate every crevice spread out from him like ripples across water.
It instantly enveloped the immobilized middle-aged dojo master.
The moment it touched him, the fury in the middle-aged man's eyes gave way to utter bewilderment.
Shen Lin's paranormal power was frantically erasing every memory anchor this middle-aged man had left in history!
Within the middle-aged man's memories at that moment...
An unknown man had arrived at their dojo carrying an axe.
None of the disciples could stop him.
And when Shen Lin entered his room, he, an ordinary man, was hacked to death with a single swing of the axe in that memory of the past.
The middle-aged man, now a silhouette of memory, let out an agonizing scream.
But he was not suffering physical pain. The very logic of his existence was being erased, bit by bit, at its root!
As he died within the memory, his body began to turn translucent and insubstantial.
Finally, with a faint cracking sound...
The middle-aged dojo master, along with the Wooden Sword in his hand, vanished completely into thin air.
It was as though he had never existed in this world.
With the source of the memories gone, the memories that sustained his existence disappeared completely as well.
As the middle-aged man ceased