The Blood Sea dispersed, and the mist vanished.
In front of the True Master Palace, half of a mountain had become a ragged mess due to the battle, full of countless large and small pit holes, as if it had just been bombarded by a meteor shower.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I didn't even try, yet you're already down?"
Yu Xian looked down from above, speaking as if he was stating a simple fact.
He still had the unused force of the Third-Rank Blood Puppet and the two Demon Kings.
Lin Zhanlong said coldly, "I honor my bets, Yu Xian. Since you won, then continue governing Upper Sun City. I'll take my Lin family clansmen away shortly."
Yu Xian shook his head, "Fellow Daoist Lin, I don't have a habit of letting my enemies go. Since you have made a move on me, you must face the consequences."
Lin Zhanlong's pupils contracted sharply, incredulously asking:
"You dare to kill me?"
