“Lin Xun, you will pay for what you did today!”

“Your Lin Clan will also be struck off for this!”

Driven into a situation of despair, Qin Xuandu roared like crazy, making unrestrained threats.

The audience went dead silent, unable to remain calm. 

Perhaps, Qin Xuandu was right. The death of so many Cyclic Derivation cultivators was a huge blow to the Zuo and Qin Clans. 

But it was also a great humiliation!

The Zuo and Qin Clans wouldn’t leave the matter at that, whether it was for revenge or for washing away the shame. Otherwise, how could they keep a foothold in the Forbidden City in the future?

How could a mighty high clan, a well-respected behemoth in the world, endure such a heavy blow?  

Unfortunately, the world might tremble at the undisguised threats, but not Lin Xun.

He stood tall in the sky, robe fluttering in the wind and the jet-black spear dripping with scarlet blood in his hand. 

“In the face of death, you still dare to threaten me. The chest protection plate might have saved your life once, but let’s see if you can survive again!” Following his indifferent voice, the Shattered Tragedy Spear slashed upwards into the air and lunged forward. 

Boom!

The surrounding space shattered where the spear passed. It advanced straight ahead, stopping at nothing. 

The fierce and determined spear strike made everyone realize that Lin Xun didn’t care about...