Chapter 5131 — Crippled...
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Never mind Lengleng and the others—even Xin Yi'an was stunned for a long while before he finally squeezed out: "This man is a god..."
"Girl, you just stay here for now. Whether you go or stay, it has to wait until that rascal comes back and you've talked it over. What do you say?" Lin Dongfang said as he helped Lengleng to her feet.
"Yes, thank you, Senior." Lengleng nodded again and again in gratitude. Although Lin Dongfang had struck down both Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming, it was precisely because of that that her situation was now rather precarious—this was virtually a complete break with the Xuejian Sect. Even if she went back now, she would inevitably be branded a traitor. Anyone else in her shoes would already be frantic with worry.
Yet Lengleng's heart was strangely calm at this moment. Lin Dongfang was right—no matter what, she had to wait for Wei Zhao to return first. He was her anchor now.
And so this sudden storm was snuffed out by Lin Dongfang in a matter of minutes. The crowd exchanged glances for a moment, then quickly went back to normal, each returning to their own business. After all, they had all witnessed Lin Dongfang's last display of power—it too had been a one-sided crushing, the only difference being that this time the opponent had been far stronger.
In everyone's eyes now, Lin Dongfang was every bit as unfathomable and overwhelmingly powerful as Wei Zhao. So long as either one of them was holding down the fort, there was nothing to fear even if the sky fell.
"Uh... Senior Lin..." Xin Yi'an called out to Lin Dongfang somewhat awkwardly. With his early Golden Core cultivation, apart from the Nascent Soul old monsters of the various sects in the Primordial Alliance, there was scarcely anyone left who could bear being addressed as "Senior" by him. By rights, even if Lin Dongfang was the grandfather Wei Zhao spoke of, he still would not have qualified—at most they would have treated each other as peers, and even that was already a great face given to Wei Zhao, his martial grand-uncle.
But now, Xin Yi'an called him "Senior Lin" with complete willingness. Even Bing Wushuang had been effortlessly finished off by the man—if one spoke of his true strength, it was at least peak early Golden Core or above. That one "Senior" was certainly no injustice.
"Oh? Something the matter?" Lin Dongfang turned to look at him, his tone neither warm nor cold. If Xin Yi'an had thrown everything into blocking the attack earlier regardless of the consequences, he might have regarded him differently. But as it was, Xin Yi'an's image in his eyes had taken a hit—such a person was not worthy of complete trust. If he had truly pinned his hopes on this one, Lengleng would long since have been carried off, and he himself would long since have been a corpse.
Xin Yi'an, however, did not notice this at all. He took it instead for the bearing of an expert—after all, masters were never easy to approach. So with respect tinged with a certain restraint, he said: "I wonder how these two should be dealt with? Senior Lin, will you give the order?"
Only then did the crowd remember that two people were still lying on the ground. Bing Wushuang had not only been crippled of one hand but had his dantian shattered by a single punch; he could not even crawl up now. As for Xue Jianming, he simply lay motionless, not even known to be alive or dead.
How to deal with these two was in fact Xin Yi'an's own responsibility—not only because he was the supervising martial uncle in charge of this trial in the secular world, but even more because this was the territory allotted to Qingyun Pavilion of the North Island!