Ling Lei's body slumped limply to the ground like a puddle of sludge.
His meridians had completely collapsed, and Spiritual Power rampaged through his body, churning his internal organs into a mess.
Blood seeped from his seven orifices, gleaming an eerie dark red in the moonlight.
He lay on the ground like a crushed worm, without even the strength to struggle.
Lin Shisan looked down at this once high-spirited son of the Ling Household, yet felt not the slightest satisfaction.
He crouched down and reached out to check Ling Lei's pulse.
He was not quite dead. A breath still remained in him, but his cultivation had been utterly destroyed.
From now on, he could only live as an ordinary person. He would never even have the strength to lift a sword again unless he stumbled upon a heaven-sent opportunity.
"For Long Qingshan's sake, I won't kill you."
Lin Shisan stood up.
He took a Healing Pill from his Storage Ring, broke it into four pieces, and stuffed them into Ling Lei's mouth.
He could disregard Long Shuang'er's standing, but he still had to show Long Qingshan some respect.
He also had to repay the favor of the Biluō Purple Cauldron.
This pill would count as repayment for Long Qingshan's gift of the cauldron back then. From this moment on, their debts were settled, and they had nothing more to do with each other.
Ling Lei struggled to open his eyes. Looking at that blood-drenched figure beneath the moonlight, he trembled uncontrollably and kept inching backward.
He wanted to say something, but could only make muffled sounds as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
There was no gratitude in his eyes, only profound fear-a terror carved into the depths of his soul, more suffocating than death.
Without sparing him