"Brother Lin, what have you been through over these years? Have you forgotten the oath you made back on Qingyun Immortal Mountain?"
Han Ye's face was somber as he made a cut at Lin Shihuang, not forgetting to question him in an attempt to disturb his Dao Heart.
Lin Shihuang's face was expressionless, the Wand of Ten Thousand Bones in his hand releasing ghastly ghost shadows, setting up a huge defensive formation, attempting to trap the opposing party within. In a cold voice, he said:
"Have you any idea how I survived those three years after joining the sect?!"
"You do not understand!"
With that, wailing ghosts turned into chains that pierced into the ground, surrounding Han Ye in the center.
Han Ye, holding the Candle Flame, swung his sword leisurely. A golden sword qi instantly shattered the formation, and under the golden light, the aura of death scattered in all directions.
