"Hmph! The Yao Household? One day, your Yao Household will fall into my hands too! I'll slaughter every last one of you and offer you all in a blood sacrifice to my ancestors...!" At those words, Lin Qilu suddenly flew into a rage and roared, his voice dripping with venom...
"You...!" Yao Zixiu choked. Then, as though something had suddenly occurred to him, he cried out in terror, "It's you! You're that bastard of the Lu Household... I should have realized long ago... Lin Qilu... Lu Qiling!! It's you! It's you!" As though he had heard something utterly horrifying, Yao Zixiu began screaming and roaring like a madman... Black-Gray Light erupted from its Nascent Soul as it frantically slammed against the pitch-black light barrier in Lin Qilu's hand, producing a succession of muffled blasts. Finally, its light flared brilliantly, as though it was about to self-destruct...
"So you still remember!" Lin Qilu sneered venomously. Spiritual light suddenly flashed over his hand and flickered around his fingers. He jabbed them repeatedly, sending countless runes and restrictions toward Yao Zixiu's Nascent Soul to seal it...
Pop! Pop! Amid a string of explosions, pitch-black runes instantly covered Yao Zixiu's Nascent Soul, rendering it completely immobile.
"Lu Qiling! You bastard! You'll never reach the sixth layer! Hahaha!" Yao Zixiu's Nascent Soul cursed him like a madman, finally shouting those words...
"Hmph! Still running your filthy mouth with death at your doorstep..." Lin Qilu said coldly. The pitch-black Ghost Hand on his hand clenched fiercely, pouring astonishing black qi into Yao Zixiu's Nascent Soul. Its light immediately dimmed, and it fell unconscious...
"Sansan! I've finally avenged you... Can you see it?" Lin Qilu raised his head toward the sky and roared like a madman, his voice howling like a demon ghost from hell...
Suddenly!
Rustle!