"What, what?!"
As Lin Yuan's voice faded, both men couldn't help but be shocked, their expressions going blank with astonishment.
Doubts started to creep into their minds – how could he possibly know that buried within the Spiritual Spring were the bodies of dozens of Nascent Soul Realm Great Cultivators?
However, Zu Hongming suddenly let out a pained grunt, his complexion turning deathly pale, devoid of any hint of color.
"Even I didn't expect that what was merely a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain would evolve into a full-scale assault... But there's nothing I can do, who asked for your schemes to be so terrifying? If your intentions were to succeed, I fear the whole world would have to be buried along with your ambitions."
Lin Yuan, with a sword in hand, thrust the Kanglong Sword mercilessly into Zu Hongming's chest.
He acted without any warning, and with the speed of lightning, not even Divine Sense could react in time.
