Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the war blade in Lin Zhan's hand broke into pieces.
"My, my blade!" Lin Zhan, staring at the broken half of his sword in his hand, had a look of extreme horror in his eyes as his body trembled.
At this moment, he suddenly had an epiphany about why Master Xia said it was for his protection!
He was not just any remnant of the Northern King's Palace!
He was the young master of the Northern King's Palace!
How could he, a mere ordinary elder of the dark forces, possibly capture him?
Regret, annoyance, panic... Lin Zhan's face was filled with these emotions.
With things as they were, Lin Zhan took a deep breath and said, "I admit defeat. Kill or mutilate me, I will comply."
Ye Wudao asked with interest at the corner of his mouth, "You're not afraid to die?"
"What's there to fear in death? I only regret encountering you too soon," Lin Zhan said with a bitter smile.
As the youngest elder of the dark forces, his talent was exceptional.
