1172 Lin Family’s Sword Ancestor

As Lu Ping's voice echoed, he sheathed his sword.

The sword wind scattered, and the world gradually descended into silence. The whole city was engulfed in a scary silence. Even the sound of a falling needle could be clearly heard.

The outcome wasn't what they expected. That was especially the case for the process. 

Lu Ping didn't leave them even enough time to prepare themselves. His Sword Soul suddenly appeared as he used a terrifying sword move.

"You!" Lin Xuan's chest was stained with blood. His face was pale, and his thick brows were furrowed.

Even though he was proud and arrogant, he was still weak and frail in front of the ruthless and bloody reality. When his body was about to be torn to shreds, the necklace hung around his neck shone brightly and turned into dust. Even though it saved his life, he still ended up sustaining heavy injuries.

"Do you now realize how ridiculous you are?" Lu Ping asked.