"Bang..."
Lin Shisan was sent flying by a palm strike.
With a thud, he fell into a puddle of mud.
At that moment, Xue Yaotian's power vanished completely, and he dropped back to the strength of the sixth stage of Body Tempering.
Under the oppressive might of a Yellow Dragon Level powerhouse, he became as limp as the mud beneath him.
And those eyes were still watching him, like a cat toying with a mouse, enjoying the pleasure of the hunt from high above.
"Bang..."
Lin Shisan was sent flying again.
This time, he lay facedown in the mud and failed to get up for a full ten seconds.
His whole body felt as though it had fallen apart, his internal organs churned, and his Dantian was in an even sorrier state, as though it were about to spring a leak.
"You dared kill a granddisciple of my lineage. You really must have swallowed a bear's heart and a leopard's gall."
The owner of those eyes finally walked over.
He extended his right hand, and a powerful force surged forth, lifting Lin Shisan straight into the air.
This also gave Lin Shisan a clearer view of him.
His figure was as thin as bamboo, and his ink-black robe billowed in the wind.
His eyes were deeply sunken, his pupils tiny and a murky grayish white, like stagnant water beneath a frozen lake, without a ripple.
His mouth was pressed into a straight line, its corners turned slightly downward in something not quite a smile.
He gave off a cold, aloof air that warned strangers away.
"You're the one Han Yansong is interested in?"
Lin Shisan felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
The skinny man's voice was light and airy, yet it carried a heart-piercing chill that