C835 Are You Guys Talking about Me?
C835 Are You Guys Talking about Me?
This time, the Beret Family was afraid that they would be defeated.
"Ha!"
Lin Yin shouted. He raised one hand above his head and slashed down with his sword.
The dazzling sword Qi expanded to twenty meters away. It was like a bolt of lightning striking down from the sky. The white sword light was like a rainbow piercing through the sun. The surrounding space seemed to have been cut open by this sword.
This sword was the result of Lin Yin's seclusion during this period of time. Using this move to kill Beret Moore was a form of respect for him.
"Ai!"
Moore sighed. Lightning flashed around his body. Lin Yin's sword strike had completely locked onto him. Now, he could not even take half a step back. He could only fight with his life on the line.
If he was defeated, the people he brought with him would have a hard time escaping. Fortunately, they had already arranged a path of retreat for their family before coming to Rose State.
Even if they were all dead, the Beret Family wouldn't cut off their inheritance.
Boom!
The lightning and sword collided.
A sound ten times louder than before rang out as countless lightning bolts shot out in all directions. Those Bolt Family higher-ups and fighters who were still standing on the spot were instantly struck by the lightning and were directly pierced through their bodies.
The lightning's speed was too fast. Even those experts with the strength of medicinal Heavenly Rankings found it difficult to block the lightning.
However, the sword beams that Lin Yin slashed out did not scatter at all. They directly cut through the lightning bolts, creating a crack that was several meters deep and dozens of meters long on the ground.
When the smoke dissipated, there was no longer any trace of Moore's existence.
"Beret Moore is dead?"
Anna looked at the crack blankly and asked in disbelief.
The Beret Family and Clomiere Family had fought for so many years, but Beret Moore, who was his grandfather Old Marquis's old rival, was killed by Lin Yin, who was about the same age as him.
This made her unable to differentiate whether this was an illusion or reality.
"He's dead!"
Lin Yin said indifferently.
Soon, Old Marquis arrived with four Heavenly Ranking warriors and more than a dozen Earth Rank warriors.
After learning from Anna that Lin Yin had killed Moore, Old Marquis looked at Lin Yin with a trace of respect. The other Clomiere Family people treated Lin Yin as if he was a god.
...
When Lin Yin attacked the Beret Family's encampment, he did not hide much. Moreover, such a huge commotion had erupted after the incident. This news could not be concealed.
At the border of Rose State, in a huge mountain, in a secret courtyard.
There were three people sitting there.
"Who is this person? Even Old Moore died in his hands."
Pasong, who was sitting at the head of the group, asked in a low voice. Old Moore was definitely one of the top ten people in the Dark World. He never thought that he would be killed by a person from the Country of Dragon just like that.
This Gu Tai Fist expert was nearly a hundred years old, but he looked no different from a forty-year-old middle-aged man. Not even a trace of aging could be seen on his body.
Facing Pasong's deep eyes, which were as deep as an abyss, the two men lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Pasong.
"Teacher, that young man's name is Lin Yin. He is an expert from the Lin Family of Langya of Dragon Country!"
A muscular man with a naked upper body lowered his head and said.
"Lin Family of Langya !"
Pasong nodded and muttered to himself, "Forty years ago, I lost to Lin Qingcang of the Lin Family of Langya . I was forced to swear that I will never set foot in the Dragon Country again. I never thought that I would meet Lin Qingcang's descendant in the west. It's time to collect some interest."
After saying that, a stern look flashed across Pasong's eyes.
He was known as the strongest heir of Gu Tai Fist since he was young. His strength had reached the realm above Heavenly Ranking before he was forty years old. Forty years ago, he had led Gu Tai Fist into the Dragon Country, wanting to get a piece of cake for Gu Tai Fist in the Dragon Country.
However, he never thought that he would meet Lin Qingcang who was at the peak of Zhengzhi back then. He had lost to Lin Qingcang and signed the agreement that Gu Tai Fist would not be allowed to enter Dragon Country for a hundred years in front of the entire Dragon Country's underworld.
Gu Tai Fist was defeated from Dragon Country.
This matter had been viewed as a lifelong shame by him!
"Teacher, there's no need for you to do anything. I'll capture the successor of the Lin Family and hand him over to you to deal with!" A look of eagerness flashed across Cha Cai's eyes as he looked warmly at Pasong.
"Cha Chui, don't mess around!" Pasong looked at the disciple that he was most satisfied with and said in a low voice, "Even Old Moore is not a match for that descendant of the Lin family. You still need to cultivate for a few more years before challenging him."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The envoy of the Dragon Mansion, Lin Hu, quickly said, "Mansion Lord has ordered us not to make a move for the time being. After he is done with the matters on the Arctic Tundra, he will rush over and subdue the Dark World."
Pasong looked at the person who spoke and said indifferently, "Are you telling me to do something? "Mr. Gu and I are just cooperating. Do you believe that if I crush you to death now, Mr. Gu won't dare to fall out with me?"
Lin Hu smiled and said, "Master Pasong is joking. How dare I tell you to do something?"
Although Lin Hu looked respectful on the surface, he was dismissive of Pasong in his heart. If Pasong was really that strong, why would he conspire with Master Mansion Lord to deal with Lin Qingcang?
"Let's go!"
Pasong stood up and walked towards the door.
"Since there is a junior from the Lin Family here, I will go and meet him. A junior from the Clomiere Family and a junior from the Lin Family. I can kill them easily!"
Cha Chui followed closely behind. Lin Hu helplessly followed behind.
The three of them moved extremely quickly and soon reached the foot of the mountain.
Along the way, Lin Hu kept persuading Pasong to give up on his idea of moving.
"Master Pasong, if you kill Lin Yin, I'm afraid you will provoke Lin Qingcang to come out!"
Pasong stopped in his tracks and coldly looked at Lin Hu, saying: "Do you think I am not as good as Lin Qingcang?"
Cold sweat was dripping down Lin Hu's forehead. He said in a low voice, "Master Pasong, you have misunderstood. I am just afraid of alerting the enemy. Lin Qingcang is nothing. Master Pasong, you can easily kill him."
"Humph!"
Pasong snorted and said indifferently, "Forty years ago, after I returned to the secret cave of the Ancient Tai Fist, I trained hard on the Eight Arm Divine Fist. Now that I have mastered the Eight Arm Divine Fist, how can Lin Qingcang compare to me?"
"Lin Hu, the Eight Arm Divine Fist is the strongest fist technique of my Ancient Tai Fist. My master has mastered the Eight Arm Divine Fist. There are very few opponents in the world. Even Mansion Lord might not be a match for my master." Cha Chui proudly said, "As for Lin Qingcang, my master can easily defeat him."
Although Pasong did not say anything, the look in his eyes could not be concealed.
Just as Cha Chui was excitedly narrating the power of the Eight Arm Divine Fist, a leisurely voice suddenly came from the road not far away.
"Are you guys talking about me?"
A figure in a green robe stood on a tree not far away with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at Pasong and the other two.