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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Ah! Xue Jianming let out a great howl of pain, but he had not lost his reason. If he truly dared to strike at Xin Yi'an in this place, Bing Wushuang would certainly not step in to help him—that would be seeking death.
In a fury, Xue Jianming drew his sword on the spot. His figure flickered as he circled to Lin Dongfang's other side, then with a backhand thrust he drove for the old man's throat, meaning to kill him with a single strike!
"Insolence!" Xin Yi'an was enraged at the sight. Stopping that palm strike without a word had already been a warning. He had never expected Xue Jianming to be so brazen, to hold his leading martial uncle in such utter disregard as to dare kill openly right before his eyes!
Xin Yi'an had the Cangwu Sect of North Island at his back, and he was the leader in charge of the mortal-world training expedition. He was not someone to be trifled with. Conceding so far as to let Bing Wushuang come and collect his people was already the limit; for Xue Jianming to do this was to trample his bottom line. There were limits to forbearance.
Xin Yi'an struck at once as well. If he truly got serious, Xue Jianming would die beyond any doubt. Of course, he would not go for a killing blow lightly—but at the very least he meant to make the man suffer dearly, or his authority as the leading martial uncle would be in ruins from this day forth.
Yet no sooner had Xin Yi'an's figure stirred than a hand suddenly barred his way—Bing Wushuang's.
"What exactly are you playing at?" Xin Yi'an was aghast. He had not expected even Bing Wushuang to side with Xue Jianming. Was this a declaration of war against him and the Cangwu Sect of North Island?!
Bing Wushuang did not answer. His gaze simply came to rest on Lin Dongfang, full of hidden meaning. He meant to use Xue Jianming's hand to probe the old man's depths, and as for whether it ended in a death, he did not care in the least. So long as it was not a true clash with Xin Yi'an himself, killing an ordinary old man would at most amount to a war of words between the two sects—it would bring no real trouble.
Lengleng, Qiu Lingshan, Wu Chengtian, and the rest were aghast at the sight, every one of them breaking into a cold sweat for Lin Dongfang. They knew his strength was formidable, but Xue Jianming was, after all, a Great Perfection Foundation Establishment master—a power on an utterly different level from Heaven-rank Great Perfection. Could Lin Dongfang possibly handle him?
In the end, Lin Dongfang's very next move quickly dispelled the worry in everyone's hearts. One slap—just one slap, with no terrifying display of momentum to be seen—and Xue Jianming was sent flying to the ground by that seemingly plain blow, sprawling face-down like a dead dog and not stirring for the longest time. Whether he was alive or dead, no one could tell.
Xin Yi'an was stunned to behold it. Even he could not have handled Xue Jianming with such effortless ease. Just what kind of divinity was this old man?!
Bing Wushuang was no less shaken. He had seen that Lin Dongfang was no ordinary figure, but he had never imagined the old man was this extraordinary—to slap even Xue Jianming senseless with such ease. This was at least a Golden Core master!
But where would a Golden Core master come from in the mortal world? If this fellow were also one of the Primordial Alliance's people, it was impossible that Bing Wushuang would have heard not a whisper of it. Even if he did not know the man, the fact that the Primordial Alliance had sent out several Golden Core masters was plain as day—there was no hiding it from anyone.