Old Xie's voice became hoarse as he looked at Lin Qingtian with an evil gaze.
"Ancestor, don't be afraid. Continue and kill him!"
Lin Xuan's voice sounded in Lin Qingtian's ears, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.
'You're really my grandson.'
"Didn't you see that I'm about to die? If you want me to attack, then use some trump cards for me. Otherwise, I'll really die."
Because of the bloodline mystic technique, Lin Xuan knew what the Lin family's ancestor was thinking.
Knowing what Lin Qingtian was thinking, Lin Xuan could not help but be speechless.
'An obedient child like me? How can I let you die? Moreover, which genius is not protected by their ancestor? Why is it with you? You want to use a small child like me as a trump card?'
"Ancestor, go up first and do as I say later." Lin Xuan could not care about anything else and hurriedly spoke.
"So be it!"
