Flying high in the sky, Lin Chen stared at the land where Ancestor Tan was lying limply in the centre of the huge pit.
With a small wave of Lin Chen's hand, several sword Qi appeared before him. He swung his hand down.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Jleb!
Jleb!
Lin Chen's sword strike precisely hit Ancestor Tan's vitals.
Ancestor Tan, who was hit by the attack, tried to scream, but his voice couldn't come out.
He looked at Lin Chen, who was above the sky, with a look of terror. He was terrified.
Ancestor Tan didn't believe that he could lose to a young man. Now he felt sorry for obeying the wishes of his descendants to attack the Family of the young man who looked at him.
Not only was he unable to resist, but even his Tan Family was already on the verge of collapse.
Everyone, including his family, saw Lin Chen standing high in the sky like the God of Death who would kill any opponent who stood in his way.
