Chen Lin, who had turned her face away, sensed this aura, and immediately turned back to look at Lin Shuyou, worriedly reminding:
"Be careful, he has many soul generals on him, that's his and his family's trump card."
"No matter..."
A phantom holding an axe just appeared behind the old man and was immediately torn apart, leaving no trace.
"Pfft..."
The old man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and black blood also flowed from his eyes, ears, and nose, suffering from a severe backlash.
A bloodline appeared at the back of his neck; a little deeper and his head would have been chopped off.
From a distance, Tan Wenbin, leaning against a tree and watching the scene, smacked his lips. It seemed that because Chen Lin was staying at Mr. Li's house, the person under the Peach Forest had shown some mercy.
