Lin Han and the Taiping King returned to Caiyun Peak.
Seeing Lin Han covered in blood, Xian'er immediately ran over, her face etched with worry.
Before she could speak, Lin Han shook his head. "Don't worry. This isn't my blood."
"It's the Lanxi King's!"
What!
Xian'er had just breathed a sigh of relief, but her face instantly paled in shock. "You... you really killed the Lanxi King?"
"A blood feud must be avenged," Lin Han said calmly.
Xian'er was a little dazed.
She suddenly felt that Lin Han was like a race car speeding out of control. He couldn't be stopped; he was already unstoppable.
Killing two Martial Kings in just two days!
Even in the Ancient Martial Realm, this would be an earth-shattering event!
And Lin Han had only been gone for two or three hours. How could he have already gotten his revenge?
"I'll go heat up some food for you." Xian'er tactfully chose not to ask any more questions.
