Crack.
An exceptionally sharp cracking sound rang clearly through the quiet village entrance.
It was the sound of a golden core shattering.
Wang Jin's body went rigid. His bloodshot eyes bulged. Then he let out an agonized scream that barely sounded human.
"Ah-my cultivation! My golden core!"
Wang Jin rolled frantically on the ground, both hands clamped over his lower abdomen.
His dantian was destroyed, his golden core shattered. The core formation cultivation he had painstakingly built over two hundred years vanished in that instant. Unrestrained spiritual power rampaged through his meridians, tearing every last one apart.
Crippled.
Completely and utterly crippled.
"You... how dare you!" Wang Jin's features twisted with pain as he stared at Chen Lin, his eyes filled with uncomprehending despair.
He was the young master of the Langya Blessed Land! The direct heir of a sect with two nascent soul cultivators!
In this End of Dharma Age, with spiritual energy depleted, who would dare touch him?
Chen Lin withdrew his foot, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped the blood from the back of his hand before casually tossing it onto Wang Jin's face.
"I hate it when people threaten my family." Chen Lin's tone was flat. "I'm leaving your worthless life intact so you can watch the Langya Blessed Land fall with your own eyes."
Some distance away, Wang Lang went cold all over.
A madman.
He was a complete and utter madman!
He didn't care about retaliation from a late nascent soul cultivator. Everything he did was utterly domineering.
Wang Lang bit the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to force out the last remnants of spiritual power in his body. His right hand darted into his robe and pulled out a white jade slip covered in intricate formation markings.
*A communication