The exchange lasted less than ten seconds.
This Martial Ancestor's lackey was directly crippled by Lin Zhenghui, kicked off the stage, and landed on the ground, coughing up blood.
"You, you're so cruel..."
The other side lifted a deformed palm, pointing at Lin Zhenghui and cursing laboriously.
With the last spurt of blood, he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
"Junior Brother!" his fellow disciples ran to support him.
"No need to shout, he won't die, at worst he's just a cripple now."
Lin Zhenghui hadn't shattered his heart meridian, he had merely disabled the opponent's cultivation, ruining both of his palms, leaving him to regret in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
This was the consequence of offending him.
If it weren't for the rule against killing, they would have long since perished at Lin Zhenghui's hands.
Having crippled two of the Martial Ancestor's dogs in a row, fear started to creep into their hearts.
