Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 691

You won’t know until you check, and once you do, you’ll be extremely angry.

Zhao Lin's meridians were in disarray, and his soul was severely damaged and almost shattered.

The person in charge sighed inwardly:

This Zhao Lin is completely useless. I'm afraid he will only be able to stay at the fifth level of the God for the rest of his life.

The disciple of Tianshui Sect who was pretending to be cool just now was also stunned when he heard Han Changkong's accusation. He was also full of grievances in his heart. He clearly did nothing. What was going on?

At this time, Yang Chenlu, the elder of Tianshui Sect, was flustered by this sudden situation. His face was full of confusion and helplessness, and his delicate face was slightly dimmed by worry.

When the disciples from other sects around saw this, they immediately started talking to each other like a pot of boiling water, and the noise was one after another.

"The Tianshui Sect is so bold!"

A young disciple's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his face was full of disbelief and shock.

"Indeed, as the saying goes, killing is the worst form of evil, but this useless person's cultivation is truly despicable, he is simply insane."

An old man's brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and his words were full of stern condemnation.

"That's right! This is equivalent to completely cutting off someone's future as a cultivator. This feud is irreconcilable!"

A middle-aged monk quickly echoed and spoke indignantly.

"I heard that Zhao Lin is the direct descendant of the Zhao family and is highly pampered and protected within the family. I'm afraid the Tianshui Sect is in big trouble this time."

Another well-informed monk revealed this quietly in a low voice.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, Yue Hetai, the great elder of the inner sect of the Liren Sect, suddenly appeared at the scene like a ghost.

His face was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice. Without saying a word, he walked straight forward and checked Zhao Lin's injuries very carefully.

After a moment, his face became even gloomier, as if ink could be squeezed out of it. The terrifyingly powerful aura of the peak Profound God on his body surged and spread out without reservation. The overwhelming pressure swept in all directions like a materialized tide, making everyone present feel as if their chests were pressed down by a huge rock, and their hearts sank suddenly.

Han Changkong, who was standing aside, felt even more clearly and truly the terrifying strength of the Xuanshen master that was enough to suffocate people.

He secretly marveled in his heart:

This is fucking terrifying power. I'm afraid I can't even withstand a single blow from it, let alone a slap. I'm afraid I don't even have the strength to resist.

Then, the great elder Yue Hetai opened his eyes wide with anger and shouted in a voice as loud as a bell:

"Fellow Daoist Yang Chenlu, you need to explain this matter to everyone!"

At this moment, in the Tianshui Sect camp, everyone's eyes were focused on their elder Yang Chenlu.

Han Changkong also subconsciously followed the gaze of the crowd, and when he saw it, he was shocked and stood there in shock.

I saw that the elder had a graceful figure, like a willow swaying in the wind. Her moon-white robe was gently wrapped around her graceful body, fluttering gently in the wind, adding a bit of ethereal beauty.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a piece of jade carefully carved by God. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, and her eyes moved as she trembled slightly, her feelings were as gentle as water. She had a straight nose, cherry lips that were naturally red, and a faint smile on her slightly upturned mouth corners. Her black hair fell to her waist like black satin, smooth and shiny.

She moves with light lotus steps, each step seems to be stepping on the tip of people's hearts, and her every gesture shows elegance and gentleness, just like a fairy descending to the earth, exuding an enchanting and irresistible charm, just like the most haunting and tender phantom in the depths of a dream, making every witness intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Han Changkong felt numb all of a sudden, his mind was filled with mixed thoughts: