Ao Mingyu was about to let loose a torrent of abuse at An Lin. He opened his mouth, but he didn't have the courage to say anything in the end. If he really did hurl abuse at An Lin now, there was a very real chance that he would be slain.
His second brother had already died, and he couldn't afford to let his father lose another son!
An Lin's sword intent erupted from his body. The space around him was unable to bear his devastating sword might, and a series of inky-black spatial cracks began to appear around him.
Ao Meng could only look on as An Lin made his way toward him. He had been completely debilitated by the Large Water Ball and could not put up any resistance.
Among the three most powerful Dragon Court cultivators present, one had been severely wounded, another had been completely debilitated, and the last one was simply too weak. If An Lin really did want to kill them, then none of them could get away.
