"Die, Wu Tian."
Master Jian Yin, seeing Wu Tian's attention focused entirely on his daughter, seized the opportunity and thrust his sword towards Wu Tian's back.
Master Jian Yin's eyes were fierce; he must strike true with this blow. By the time Dao Feng and others realized the situation, it was already too late.
Master Jian Yin's sword finally pierced Wu Tian's back.
A cold smile touched the corner of Master Jian Yin's mouth; he knew things would turn out this way.
Seeing Wu Tian's glory made him long uncomfortable; he had been waiting all along.
He waited impatiently, feeling miserable inside, but he kept telling himself he must wait, as long as he waited for the right moment.
All glory might still belong to him.
Now, with the sword having pierced Wu Tian, Master Jian Yin had only one thought in his mind.
The heavens do not disappoint the determined!
In the end, he has won.
But the next moment,
"Clang."
