After landing, looking at Lin Chang'an's vacant eyes, Huang Shaohai revealed a resentful, cold smile.
"The thing I hate the most is you loose cultivators' gaze. Clearly, you have nothing, yet you believe that if you struggle, you can have it all.
Today, I'll make you understand that some things are beyond your reach, no matter how hard you strive."
As the black claw suddenly dug toward his eyes, a fierce glint flashed across Lin Chang'an's pupils, and a hand abruptly grabbed Huang Shaohai.
"Not good!"
In shock and anger, a blood-red light surfaced in Huang Shaohai's pupils.
[Blood Spirit Spike]
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered as Lin Chang'an's arm was cut off, while the retreating Huang Shaohai clutched his neck in terror, the Gilded Needle having pierced through his throat.
"Damn you loose cultivators!"
With indistinct words, blood streamed from his mouth as Huang Shaohai had yet to react.
Lin Chang'an rose abruptly, startling Huang Shaohai, who hastily cast a Mana Shield.
