After having killed Lin Tiancheng, Lin Dong turned his gaze once again to the Master of the Hall of Dark King.
The Master of the Hall of Dark King did not stop Lin Dong from killing Lin Tiancheng.
In his eyes, a minor character like Lin Tiancheng was no different from an ant.
If Lin Dong killed him, then he killed him.
At most, out of consideration for his dedication this time, his family would be well looked after once the deed was done.
At the moment, Lin Dong looked in another direction again.
There, another aura was present.
"Saint Heir of the Hall of Dark King, you might as well come out. We're quite acquainted, aren't we? But I wonder, who are you? Wang Xiuxin from the Capital City?"
"Or that person whom even I find hard to believe..."
When Lin Dong said this, his gaze fell upon a lake in the mountain valley below.
There lingered the aura of another Earth Realm martial artist.
Naturally, compared to the Master of the Hall of Dark King, his aura was much weaker.
