"How could this be!"
Elder Ji roared, unable to imagine the outcome. When he had arrived, he had appeared arrogant and invincible. He thought his apprentice would easily win. Thus, he agreed to Lin Dun's request. In Elder Ji's view, Lin Dun was destined to die. After his death, all his possessions would belong to him; they were merely sent ahead. Placing them on Lin Du, but now that Lin Du had won, the possessions he gave to Lin Du would belong to Lin Du. Most importantly, he was defeated by Lin Du again. The Martial Emperor had been defeated numerous times, which was truly shameful.
Lin Chen slowly approached Yang Mo, his expression indifferent and murderous. The Thunder Sword in his hand made a "sizzling" sound as Lin Chen raised the sword attempting to kill Yang Mo.
Yang Mo was panic-stricken. For the first time in his life, he felt death was so close. He blurted out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."
