Han Lingyun had never imagined that her carefully laid trap, meant to ruin Lin Changkong's reputation and suppress him, would end this way.
Lin Changkong emerged completely unscathed, while she herself was beaten into a first-degree cripple.
And she had been utterly crushed from start to finish. Lin Changkong had not even used a weapon or erupted with spiritual energy—he had simply pinned her to the ground and rubbed her face in the dirt with brute physical strength.
How could there be such a terrifying monster?!
Han Lingyun's mentality completely collapsed. All the superiority she had once held so high was smashed to pieces beneath Lin Changkong's fists.
The female disciples exchanged glances, then could only help Han Lingyun up and carry her away.
The elder's residence.
Luo Qingyi looked at Han Lingyun, whose face was nearly unrecognizable and whose body had an unknown number of broken bones. She trembled with rage, her eyes bloodshot and killing intent surging.
"Lin Changkong!"
"You actually dared to injure my disciple like this! You are utterly lawless! Utterly lawless!"
Luo Qingyi roared as spiritual energy exploded from her body. She felt as though she were about to burst from anger.
Li Changshan beside her was equally furious. He knew Han Lingyun would take the initiative to cause trouble for Lin Changkong, and he had specifically warned her not to kill him, since the sect had rules.
Yet who could have expected Han Lingyun to be beaten half to death while Lin Changkong swaggered away?
Thinking back to the scene of himself telling Han Lingyun not to kill Lin Changkong, Li Changshan felt as though Lin Changkong had slapped him across the face from afar, leaving his cheeks burning with pain.
After the fright came fury enough to drive him half mad.
It was