Take Ten Thousand Punches from You

Lin Shen secretly thought, What's been going on lately? Not a single good day to be had—trouble keeps coming to my door one after another.

In truth, he knew perfectly well that with chaotic times upon them, no one had little trouble. He was simply more unlucky than most, with a bit more trouble on his plate.

Lin Shen's mind raced, but no matter how he thought it over, he could not come up with any way to escape.

Surrounded by an army of tens of thousands of immortal creatures, with a top-tier immortal like Tian Ruodu refusing to let go, Lin Shen truly felt like he had reached the end of the road.

But now that things had come to this, Lin Shen could not shrink back. Even if a wall of bronze and iron stood before him, he had to see whether he could smash a path through it.

As long as a man was not dead, he could not be the first to fall. Lin Shen had often heard Third Brother and Fourth Brother say that ever since he was young.

"Tian Xun, darling, step back. Let men handle men's affairs themselves." Lin Shen took one step forward and shot into the sky. The Ink Armor formed by the Defier of Fate wrapped around his body.

He made it sound easy, but he knew full well that once a melee began, the people on their side would surely die horribly.

Tens of thousands of immortal creatures could wipe out people like them with absurd ease.

Since death was certain anyway, he might as well face Tian Ruodu alone. Perhaps there was still a sliver of life.

Of course, the sliver of hope Lin Shen had in mind was not that he could defeat Tian Ruodu himself, but