"Today, this place will be your burial ground!"
Lin Chang'sheng spat coldly. Since they came to kill him, there was no way he'd let them live.
Though killing these two would sharpen the conflict between Lin Chang'sheng and the Celestial Nether Sword Sect,
Right now, Lin Chang'sheng had no other choice. Letting them go was the same as releasing a tiger back into the mountains—future disaster guaranteed. His only option was to crush them.
"You lowly ant from the Lower Realm, you're really bold! You dare to offend the Celestial Nether Sword Sect? Your only path is death! When the time comes, not just you, but every life in this land will be slaughtered by my sect!"
Qing Luo threatened, hoping Lin Chang'sheng understood the fate that awaited anyone who crossed his sect.
But Lin Chang'sheng wasn't the kind to be frightened. If he'd so easily caved to threats, he would've never made it this far.
