Chapter 41 - Lin Zhiping! Dead!

  "What? My son is dead? How can that be? He had Lin Cang with him." Lin Zhi Ping couldn't believe what Lin Yuan was saying.

  Lin Yuan completely ignored him, supporting Lin Wan with his hand, and Lin Jian followed behind, walking towards the back of Lin Qingming's body.

  "Hey kid, speak clearly, what's wrong with my son?" Lin Zhiping was about to get angry at this moment.

  He sent his son to kill Lin Jian, but Lin Jian was fine and following behind Lin Yuan. His own child should have returned by now according to the time.

  Just as everyone was in a state of confusion, suddenly behind Lin Zhiping, a figure emerged from the shadows and walked up to him. The person bowed their head and said a few words.

  "Bastard, Lin Yuan, you actually killed my son, I'll make you die a thousand deaths." But he couldn't understand why Lin Yuan was able to kill Lin Cang.

  At this time, the entire martial arts arena was silent and still. Everyone's eyes were fixed on where Lin Yuan was standing.

  Some people suddenly remembered that Lin Yuan's aura just now was actually at the peak of acquired cultivation, this... how is this possible.

  Then, Lin Zhiping was seen to be furious and wanted to rush up and kill Lin Yuan. Some smart people understood that Lin Yuan really killed his son, and Lin Cang, a martial artist who belonged to the later eight realms, was also killed by Lin Yuan.

  A fifteen-year-old boy, how can he enforce this.

  "Master Lin, I'm late." Lin Yuan slightly paused and said to Lin Qingming, while handing over the person she was supporting, Lin Wan, to him.

  Lin's master Lin Qingming seemed to have thought of something.

  Twenty years ago, just like twenty years ago, at the moment when Linjiazhuang was in a precarious situation, a figure suddenly appeared in Linjiazhuang. That majestic figure, with an unmatched aura, and the current situation are surprisingly similar.

  Lin Qingming gazed intently at Lin Yuan, their eight-tenths similar appearance.

  He let out a wry smile, shook his head and looked in Lin Zhiping's direction once again.

  "Linyin, you actually killed my son! I will not let you live, kill him, kill them all!" Lin Zhiping's anger was so intense that he seemed to have gone mad.

  The fierce battle continued once again, and the entire martial arts arena was plunged into chaos once more.

  Fight to the death. Defend Lin's Village.

  Heiying also coincided with Lin Zhiping's words at that moment, and instantly joined forces with Wang Mingzhan of the Wang family.

  Wang Ming also felt a sense of unease about the situation and furrowed his brow.

  A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old kid, how can he have such astonishing combat power?

  The day after tomorrow, the nine-layered boundary, how is this possible? But time doesn't allow for self-reflection, and the dark shadow has already arrived.

  As for Lin Yuan, he also instantly joined the battlefield, and his target was Lin Zhiping.

  Let all those who invaded Linjiazhuang and destroyed Linjiazhuang receive all the punishment.

  Kill!

  Kill!

  Kill!

  He felt the surging power of Lin Yuan rushing towards him, and Lin Zhiping was suddenly flustered, wanting to avoid its edge, but his movements were already too slow.

  Lin Yuan would not let Lin Zhi Ping escape easily, a surge of true yuan energy burst out, and a palm print was imprinted on his chest. Lin Zhi Ping's true qi could not withstand it, and Lin Yuan's true yuan instantly penetrated his body, spouting out from his back.

  "You, have actually reached the peak of Houtian? Really, the peak of Houtian?" Lin Zhiping's face flashed with shock, fear, unwillingness, and anger, his complexion instantly turning pale, his eyes wide open as if he still couldn't believe he had been defeated in one move, nor could he believe that Lin Yuan had surpassed him in such a short time, his body flying backward.

  This move Lin Yuan used all his strength, the peak of the nine realms of acquired heaven and earth, just one step away from reaching the half-step innate realm, how can a post-heavenly eightfold warrior who has not condensed the true yuan resist!

  With just one move, Lin Zhiping was defeated! On the other side, Wang Ming looked at the young man in front of him, and a deep sense of fear flowed out from his eyes.

  Why did this kid's strength increase so quickly!

  Lin Zhiping let out a loud roar in his heart, Lin Zhiping never thought that he would capsize in the gutter.

  Lin Zhiping took a step back, warily watching Lin Yuan with a gloomy face: "I didn't expect to fall into your hands, but don't be too proud of yourself, it's still early to say whether I'll live or die." Suddenly, Lin Zhiping raised an eyebrow, despite being defeated by Lin Yuan and still injured.

  "Linyuan, you and I have no unresolvable feud. If you are willing, I can let bygones be bygones and even make you the supreme elder of Linjiazhuang, from now on enjoying unparalleled honor and respect." Lin Zhiping's tone softened a few degrees as he saw the situation take a drastic turn.

  "What's so great about being revered? I, Lin Yuan, don't care!" Lin Yuan took a step forward.

  "Lin Yuan, what are you doing? You can't kill me!" Lin Zhiping's eyes saw Lin Yuan approaching, his heart filled with even more terror, and he frantically shouted.

  "Why can't I kill you? Anyone who bullies Linjiazhuang, especially Lin Wan, will be killed without pardon!" Lin Yuan coldly snorted and took a step closer to Lin Zhiping.

  Lin Yuan's angry hum was like a heavy iron hammer pounding on Lin Zhiping's heart.

  Lin Wan, who was standing next to Lin Qingming, heard what Lin Yuan said and her pale face, which had been caused by injury, seemed to flush slightly.

  "I am the elder of Linjiazhuang, once Linjiazhuang kills me, it will be immediately swallowed up by other families." Lin Zhiping's expression was almost frantic.

  "Haha, another family, are you referring to the Wangs? They're also going to die soon!" Lin Yuan had no intention of sparing the Wangs this time.

  "Do you know how to beg for mercy now? When you rebelled, did you ever think of this day? If it weren't for your rebellion, Linjiazhuang wouldn't have ended up like this." Ling Yuan's anger grew thicker as he spoke: "Have you thought about these things?" Ling Yuan shouted loudly again.

  Lin Zhiping's gaze swept down, and although his own people were in the majority below, but on Lin Jia Lin Qingming's side, they were all surging forward with great momentum, counterattacking on such a large scale.

  "Do you still remember that thing two years ago? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been like this for the past two years." Lin Yuan's words were laced with growing anger as he stepped closer.

  "You knew it all along." Lin Zhiping's eyes turned powerless in an instant when he heard what Lin Yuan said.

  "I've lost! I've lost myself!"

  "I, Lin Zhiping, was once so clever, but I never thought I'd die at the hands of a young whippersnapper like you! Treacherous heavens, I refuse to accept it, I refuse to accept it!" Lin Zhiping shouted wildly, as if he had gone mad. At one time, he had been full of ambition and had planned to take control of all the power in Linjiazhuang, things had developed step by step in the direction he had expected, one force after another had fallen under his control, but he had never anticipated that a variable like Lin Yuan would appear!

  How could he not know about the Wang family's conspiracy? With a plan to take down the tiger, Lin Zhi Ping had already thought of a way to counter it and protect the position of the Lin family village.

  Only

  Everyone has their own destiny, the way of heaven is cyclical, and retribution will be exacted without fail!

  Suddenly, in the midst of the woods, a vague voice seemed to emerge from the depths of his mind.

  Life and death are in one's own hands, change is determined by one's own heart, the earth cannot govern it, heaven cannot destroy it. This is what I call my destiny being in my own hands, not in heaven's.

  "Die!" Lin Yuan suddenly accelerated, grabbing Lin Zhiping's throat. Under his powerful momentum, Lin Zhiping couldn't even move, and could only stare at his own throat being grasped in Lin Yuan's hand.

  The true yuan burst out, and with a loud "peng" sound, all of Lin Zhi Ping's voices were stuck in his throat. He was flung into the air by Lin Yuan, who suddenly flipped over and leapt up, striking Lin Zhi Ping's abdomen with a palm knife, sending his body crashing down to the ground like a shooting star.

  This blow, Lin Yuan knew, was enough to kill Lin Zhiping. His own true yuan directly penetrated his body, shattering all the meridians in his body.

  Lin Yuan walked up to Lin Zhiping's side and looked at him struggling, his eyes were just cold.

  It was as if he had suddenly turned back, Lin Zhiping looked at Lin Yuan: "The sky is unpredictable, people are unpredictable, 20 years ago it was the same, his son just like that. Haha! Cough cough!" Before Lin Zhiping could finish speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

  Lin Zhiping! Die!

  Lin Yuan didn't understand what was meant at all, turned his head and looked towards the place where Wang Ming was fighting, a figure was fighting with him.

  "Below is your royal family." Lin Yuan said in a low voice.