But having finally caught someone who knew the truth, how could Lin Zifeng just let him go? With a roar, his Heavenly Painting Halberd whipped up a gust of force and suddenly stabbed toward Jiang Xuefeng's back.
"Sss…"
The rampaging, powerful Elemental Power dyed the Heavenly Painting Halberd gold. Even though Lin Zifeng held back, that terrifying power still slashed Jiang Xuefeng's long robe to shreds. On the exposed skin of his back, faint beads of blood oozed out.
"Don't move. If I thrust this spear down, you'll die here on the spot. I think you understand very well: the root of all this—if you don't push me to the absolute limit, I will never kill."
Lin Zifeng's face was dark, his voice cold. Although Jiang Xuefeng had withdrawn his own Elemental Power, his guard was in no way relaxed. After all, this bastard had just been trying to take his life!
"I'll ask you: the ones who blood-washed the Martial God Marquis Mansion—were they a few old men?"
