Lin Xin looked at his opened chest, furious, before he looked at the flying chariot again. Then, he announced in a loud voice, "You've won."
He chose to submit to his fate. He closed his eyes and fell backward.
Thud!
The oldest Patriarch of the Taixu Academy, Lin Xin, had gone to the Yellow Springs before he even got to fight the Evil Sky Pavilion's Patriarch.
"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 1,500 merit points."
Duanmu Sheng stabilized himself as he landed. He looked at Mingshi Yin and said, "Sneak attack?"
Mingshi Yin hastily said, "Third Senior Brother, it's all thanks to you. Your spear strike truly shocked the world and made the gods and ghosts cry… You actually impaled an Eight-leaf expert!"
Duanmu Sheng nodded slightly. "You're not bad yourself."
"Thank you for the praise, Third Senior Brother."
