Fu Wenli and Tang Qiu were like cornered beasts, their eyes wild with fury and panic as they crashed helplessly against the invisible walls of the Seal of Temporal Restriction. 0

Outside the barrier, Lin Xun stood with his hands behind his back, calm as still water. “How does it feel?” he asked lightly. 0

Fu Wenli’s face was ashen. His voice was cold and sharp. “If you kill us, the Ten Immortal Giants of the Eighth Heaven Domain will hunt you to the ends of the heavens. Your arrogance today will only sow disaster for the Origin Sect itself. Take my advice, Lin Xun…now is not the time to show off your might!”2

Lin Xun laughed softly. “I’d like to ask, when have your Ten Immortal Giants ever stopped hunting me? From the Great Thousand Battle Domain to the Eternal True Realm, every battlefield, every drop of blood bore your shadow. Do you think I still fear you now?”0

After a pause, he continued, “Long ago, when my master, the Lord of Fangchun Mountain, passed through the Eighth Heaven Domain on his way to the Ninth, you all bowed your heads and dared not breathe too loud. But the moment you heard he’d met with disaster...0