"Xuan Yin!"
Xuan You looked at Xuan Yin, who had been knocked unconscious and was barely clinging to life, her injuries of unknown severity. The fury in her eyes almost condensed into something tangible and burst forth.
The other Mystic Moon Sect disciples who had come with her were all terrified. Forget stepping forward to fight Lin Changkong—they did not even have the courage to meet his gaze. Each of them kept their distance.
Lin Changkong's presence alone crushed them so thoroughly that they did not dare raise their heads.
Luo Qingyi's expression was equally grim. She had originally wanted to kill with a borrowed knife, but she had never expected Lin Changkong's physical body to be so formidable that he could overwhelm Xuan Yin, who had erupted with the peak strength of the Qi Gathering Eighth Level, through physical force alone.
Xuan Yin had not even gotten the chance to unleash her ultimate move. From beginning to end, Lin Changkong had beaten her into submission. It could be said she had been stifled to the extreme.
And Lin Changkong's own spiritual energy cultivation was only at the Qi Gathering Seventh Level!
His body cultivation was even higher than his spiritual energy cultivation. Who could possibly have imagined that?
Yang Tianyi and Ye Wuchen both wore broad smiles. The way Hong Ye and Zhou Yue looked at Lin Changkong had changed from concern at the start, to shock afterward, and now their faces were filled with worship.
"Good, good, very good!"
"Your name is Lin Changkong, isn't it? I'll remember you. The Mystic Moon Sect will certainly avenge this grudge. One day, you will repay it tenfold!"
Xuan You's rage surged to the heavens. She had brought people here to avenge Xuan Ling and Xuan Ming, yet she had never