Jin Potian, his back hunched, moved unsteadily toward the second floor.
He was terrified that he might accidentally bring bad luck and end up like Jin Wujiao.
These past few days have been like working a slave, wearing down his spirit and leaving him like a walking corpse.
The second-floor corridor was eerily quiet, with only Jin Potian's footsteps echoing in the air.
He walked to the door of the private room where Zhao Yan was, his fingers trembling, and he hesitated for a long time before pushing the door open.
Although he didn't know which acquaintance was inside, he was in such a state that it would have been better if he hadn't run into anyone he knew.
"What are you dawdling about?" The white-robed man's voice drifted from downstairs, tinged with impatience.
Jin Potian trembled all over, and without further hesitation, he pushed open the door to the private room.
The moment the door opened, the atmosphere in the private room plummeted to freezing point.
Zhao Yan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned back on the sofa, his scarlet eyes fixed on Jin Potian with a mocking gaze, as if he were looking at a stray dog.
Lin Yu sat beside him, his hands in his pockets, his aura restrained, his gaze calm.
"Master Jin, it's been a few days, how come you've fallen into such a sorry state?" Zhao Yan smirked, his voice hoarse and full of sarcasm.
"So what if you lost an arm? Why are you working as someone's lackey? Not bad, not bad."
Jin Potian's face flushed red and then turned pale. He clenched his fists, but didn't even have the courage to refute.
He lowered his head, his voice barely audible. "Zhao Yan... the imperial envoy wishes to see you."
"The envoy?"
Zhao Yan scoffed as if he'd heard a joke, "What kind of nobody dares to call themselves an envoy?"
Upon hearing this, the white-robed man downstairs suddenly turned cold.
An invisible pressure suddenly swept in from downstairs, like an invisible hand gripping the hearts of everyone in the private room.
Zhao Yan's expression changed, and he abruptly stubbed out his cigarette. He unleashed the aura of Great Grandmaster, barely managing to withstand the oppressive force.
Lin Yu felt his blood surging and his chest aching slightly.
"Court death!"
The voice of the white-robed man rang out, carrying a chilling killing intent. "A Great Grandmaster from the Lower Realm dares to be so insolent before me?"
Before he could finish speaking, an invisible burst of energy pierced through the air, heading straight for Zhao Yan's face.
Zhao Yan's pupils contracted sharply. The cold blade was already in his hand, and he blocked the force of the attack with a horizontal slash.
A muffled "thud".
The force exploded, Zhao Yan staggered back three steps, the floor beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Yu's expression also darkened completely.
He finally realized that these two people were not from this world at all.
This power does not belong to this world.
"Zhao Yan, surrender now!"
Looking at Zhao Yan's disheveled appearance, Jin Potian suddenly raised his head, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes.
"This is an envoy from the Upper Realm. Even if you are Great Grandmaster, you are nothing more than an ant before this envoy."
"The Upper Realm?" Zhao Yan stared intently at the two people who had appeared at the door at some unknown time, his voice filled with disbelief.
"I see, no wonder he's so strong!"
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.
He, Zhao Yan, had killed countless people and ventured into countless dangerous places; he was never afraid of death.
The cold blade spun in his palm, and a chilling light instantly shone forth.
The Great Grandmaster's True Essence roared through his meridians like a raging river. He stared intently at the two figures at the door, his hoarse voice filled with a ruthless, fearless ferocity. "So what if it's the Upper Realm? I'll kill the scum of the Upper Realm!"
Before he could finish speaking, the white-robed man at the door didn't even lift an eyelid, as if Zhao Yan's clamor was nothing more than the buzzing of flies.
Tie Kuang, standing beside him, grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His large, veiny hands were already resting on the giant axe behind him.
Before Tie Kuang could make a move, the white-robed man swayed, leaving behind an afterimage.
Too fast
It was so fast that even Great Grandmaster Zhao Yan couldn't catch it; so fast that he couldn't even swing his cold blade.
Zhao Yan felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible, terrifying force rushed towards him.
He instinctively parried with his sword, but heard a crisp sound as the cold blade in his hand shattered into pieces!
A sharp pain spread from his wrist throughout his body. Zhao Yan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall of the private room, with pieces of metal falling down.
Before he could regain his footing, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow flash past him, its target being Lin Yu beside him.
Lin Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.
He had just broken through to the Profound Understanding Realm, and his cultivation was still shallow. Faced with this power, he didn't even have time to form a thought.
My vision blurred, and then I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
With a dull, teeth-grinding thud, Lin Yu's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily onto the sofa opposite him.
The cotton sofa didn't even have any cushioning and it cracked instantly.
They saw Lin Yu's chest visibly cave in, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose, splattering all over the wall behind him.
The Primordial Unity Ki Technique operated spontaneously, frantically repairing the damaged internal organs. However, the power was too domineering, causing the meridians to break inch by inch and the Qi and blood to become disordered instantly.
His consciousness seemed to sink into the cold seabed, quickly becoming blurred.
Zhao Yan froze, his scarlet eyes filled with horror.
He hadn't even seen how the man in white robes made his move.
The two sides are simply not on the same level.
Lin Yu lay sprawled among the shattered sofa wreckage, his throat emitting hoarse, escaping sounds.
He could feel his life force rapidly fading away, and the vital energy circulating within his body was gradually dissipating.
He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred as he looked at Zhao Yan. With his last ounce of strength, he hoarsely uttered, "Run, run! We're no match for him!"
"Even an ant at the Profound Understanding Realm doesn't deserve to stand here."
The man in white patted his robes, which appeared to be soiled, and glanced indifferently at Lin Yu, whose life or death was unknown, as if he had merely crushed an ant.
He turned to look at Zhao Yan, who was struggling to get up, a cold smile curving his lips, "Now, do you still think I'm just some nobody?"
Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lin Yu lying motionless on the ground, then at the white-robed man before him who resembled a demon god. The madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.
Run?
How do I run?
The opponent's strength was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to react.
Jin Potian stood at the door, watching this scene, a twisted look of pleasure on his face.
He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with wild joy: Zhao Yan! You've finally met your match!
Tie Kuang, carrying his giant axe, strode over to the white-robed man and chuckled in a deep voice, "Senior brother, this kid does have some backbone. How about I chop him into mincemeat for you to have with your wine?"
The man in white robes glanced at Zhao Yan indifferently, his tone nonchalant. "No rush, cripple his cultivation, take him back and play with him at our leisure."
Upon hearing this, Tie Kuang picked up his giant axe and walked towards Zhao Yan, a cruel smile on his face.