Chapter 5129 — Just Who Are You? Besides, How Could a Truly Ordinary Old Man Treat the Merciless Ice Force as Nothing?
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By now the might of the Merciless Ice Force had already driven every Heaven-rank Great Perfection master to the ground. Had they been ordinary people, they would long since have been frozen into icicles—there would have been no walking up to this place at all.
It was not only Bing Wushuang—even Xin Yi'an was left staring slack-jawed. When Lin Dongfang and Aunt Qing had arrived, he had gone out to receive them in person, assuming the two were merely some acquaintances Wei Zhao had found in the mortal world to help cover his identity. He himself was an early Golden Core master, yet he had failed to detect the slightest oddity about Lin Dongfang; the man had felt for all the world like an ordinary person. Who could have imagined this fellow was hiding his true depths?
"Senior..." Lengleng regarded Lin Dongfang with a complicated expression. She too had not expected him to step forward at such a moment—much less to walk straight up to her, as though no one else were present.
"Girl," Lin Dongfang said, smiling to himself, "that rascal of mine is a handful. He runs wild out there day in and day out, and can't even look after his own woman. As his grandfather, I've no choice but to take on the burden in his stead. You don't mind, do you?"
"But..." Lengleng hurriedly tried to refuse. Yet the moment she met Lin Dongfang's calm gaze, the words died at the tip of her tongue. His expression was placid enough, but something invisible in it made her feel she could not refuse.
"I mind!" Xue Jianming suddenly stepped out then, and with an arrogant swagger pointed at Lin Dongfang. "What the hell are you? Is this any place for you to be running your mouth? Get lost!"
It was a pity Wei Zhao was absent—Xue Jianming would have liked to see Bing Wushuang crush him outright. Still, in his view, having Bing Wushuang take Lengleng away was no bad thing either. Once she was escorted back to the Xuejian Sect, she would unquestionably suffer no small hardship; after all, his father, the sect's vice-head, was there, and that was a certainty. What was more, when Wei Zhao returned and learned of all this, he would surely fly into a reckless rage—and very likely come to blows with Bing Wushuang. Even then he would not escape a single fate: death.
One might say that, now that Bing Wushuang had come today, no possible outcome could be bad for Xue Jianming. As for this nameless old man who had popped up to make trouble, he need only slap him dead.
"And what the hell are you?" Lin Dongfang looked him over.
"You're asking for death." With that, Xue Jianming struck at Lin Dongfang without a moment's hesitation. He did not know who this old man was, nor what his strength might be—and of course he had no need to know. In his eyes, all that was required was to slap him dead. With Bing Wushuang present, he was not the least bit afraid of causing a disturbance; however great the mess, Bing Wushuang would shield him.
Lin Dongfang only watched it all with a smile, not stirring an inch. Xin Yi'an was instantly alarmed. It was one thing for Bing Wushuang to press the crowd with the Merciless Ice Force, but if Lin Dongfang came to harm right under his nose, he would never be able to shake off the blame.
In an instant a thick barrier of true qi appeared out of thin air before Lin Dongfang. Xue Jianming's palm struck it as though against a slab of iron, and his whole hand twisted at a bizarre angle. It was not only he who felt it—even those standing nearby winced in pain on his behalf.
Xue Jianming was a Great Perfection Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the only ones present capable of such a feat—of making him eat humble pie—were the two early Golden Core masters. And of course the one who had acted could not be Bing Wushuang; it could only be Xin Yi'an.