"Hard to kill? You thought that Starry Sky Vortex of yours could really kill me?"
"My Dao Seed was lightning-attributed to begin with."
"When your vortex swallowed me, the Thunder Spirit Power in my body was forcibly stripped away, but that actually awakened the dormant Thunder Seed in my bloodline. It led me here. This Ancient Lightning Pool was always my destined ground-and your burial ground."
Xiao Han slowly raised his right hand. A ball of deep blue lightning was taking shape in his palm, crackling and hissing.
"I've waited a long time for this day."
"Lin Shisan, you won't leave this place today."
His towering killing intent seemed to turn tangible, condensing into blade after blade in the air, whirling as they roared and howled.
"Lin Shisan, let me."
Zi Yuner took half a step forward, her right palm already raised, a ball of somber purple light gathering within it.
She could tell that Xiao Han was not merely at the ninth meridian opening as he appeared. Something was strange about him, and Lin Shisan might be no match for him.
"Yun'er..."
Bai Youyou reached out and caught her wrist.
Her grip was light, but just strong enough to stop that step forward.
Zi Yuner turned to look at her, brows faintly furrowed in confusion.
Bai Youyou's gaze fell on Xiao Han's black-clad back. The corner of her mouth curved, her smile that of someone watching a spectacle who did not mind stirring up more trouble.
"Yun'er, we humans are different from your Dragon Clan. Men all care about saving face."
"If you fight for him, he'll only feel worse about it. Let him try first. If he can't win, it won't be too late for us to step in."
Zi Yuner hesitated for a moment, glanced at Lin