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125: Lin Lingshan made a moveA large hand, bulging with muscle and containing explosive power, gripped the Grand Elder’s Spear like an iron clamp reaching out from the void. The Spear had been infused with considerable Spiritual Qi, enough to easily tear apart an Early Stage Qi Refining Cultivator.

It forcefully halted the Grand Elder’s violent forward momentum right where he stood.

As the terrifying power rebounded, the Grand Elder’s wrist bones let out a strained “creak,” and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout Lin Chenghai’s entire body.

Terrified, he looked up and met a pair of eyes burning with raging fury, terrifying like a lava Hell!

The owner of those eyes had a piece of black cloth covering his face.

“Who dares interfere! How dare you meddle in the internal affairs of my Lin Family?”

The Grand Elder was both shocked and enraged, roaring with false bravado.

The person before him could easily neutralize his full-strength attack, meaning their strength was certainly far above his own.

The Spiritual Qi in his body surged unreservedly into the Meteorite Spear, emitting a brilliant Spiritual Glow, attempting to shake off the iron-clamp hand, but he found it was useless.

Instead, an inexplicable, powerful force firmly restrained him, making it impossible even to let go and flee.

He could only invoke the protection of the Liu Family: “Aren’t you afraid that my Lin Family and the Liu Family will join forces and tear you to shreds?”

“Old dog! Open your dog eyes and see clearly who this daddy is!”

The burly masked man let out a low, thunderous roar from his throat, like a wounded lion, and abruptly raised his other hand, violently ripping off the black cloth covering his face.

A resolute and dignified face, currently somewhat savage and distorted due to overwhelming killing intent, was exposed under the dazzling sunlight.

With sword-like eyebrows slanting toward his temples and a nose straight as if carved by a knife, it was none other than the Lin Family Clan Chief, Lin Lingshan, who should have been gravely injured, on the verge of death, and in seclusion.

“C... C... Clan Chief?”

Grand Elder Lin Chenghai felt as if he had been struck on the Crown of the Head by a bolt of Mysterious Thunder from the Nine Heavens.

His entire body trembled violently, his eyes instantly widened into perfect circles, almost bulging out of their sockets.

A bone-chilling fear, like countless venomous snakes, instantly coiled around his heart, biting frantically.

That face!

That mighty, suffocating Divine Might! How could this be possible?

Wasn’t he severely wounded by a Qi Refining Seventh Layer Demonic Cultivator, barely hanging onto life?

Now, not only were his injuries completely healed, but his strength was even greater than before.

Did he Break through?

The Grand Elder knew that Lin Lingshan was a Cultivator who practiced both Dharma and Body Dual Cultivation, and his previous seclusion was intended for both aspects to Break through into the Late Stage Qi Refining.

It’s over! Completely over! Only these two words echoed frantically in Lin Chenghai’s mind!

All the things he had done... every single one was too numerous to record.

“Young Clan Leader! Young Clan Leader, save me!”

The Grand Elder no longer cared about his dignity, letting out a shrill, distorted scream, like a rooster whose neck was being wrung, desperately twisting his body and using his last bit of strength to beg Liu Chengcai for help.

This was his only straw of salvation!

On the High Platform, Liu Chengcai’s pupils contracted in shock at the sudden turn of events, and the sinister smile on his face froze.

He truly hadn’t expected Lin Lingshan not only to be alive but also in surprisingly good condition; this change exceeded his expectations.

A flicker of uncertain light crossed his eyes, but then a more cruel and playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Folding his arms, he did not speak up to help the Grand Elder. Instead, like a spectator, he watched Lin Chenghai’s despair with great interest.

The viciousness in Lin Lingshan’s eyes erupted like a volcano!

He had waited for this moment for too long and too painfully! Watching this old dog gradually trample the Lin Family Foundation and the dignity of the Clansmen!

Seeing the despair in the eyes of his Clansmen, the towering fury had long since burned away his reason:

“Old dog! Die!”

“Pfft—”

Lin Chenghai was given no chance to react whatsoever.

Lin Lingshan’s hand gripping the Meteorite Spear remained perfectly still, while his other fist, containing terrifying power, struck out with a dull, thunderous sound of rushing air. Without any fancy moves, straight like a falling meteorite, it fiercely smashed toward the Protective Spiritual Glow the Grand Elder had hastily condensed.

That thick Spiritual Glow, which usually could withstand attacks from the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, was as fragile as paper mache before this irresistible, immense force.

A harsh “crack” shattering sound rang out, and the Spiritual Glow instantly disintegrated.

Immediately after, Lin Lingshan’s punch did not slow down, heavily smashing onto the faint light activated by a Chest-Guard Magical Artifact worn by the Grand Elder.

“Buzz!” The Magical Artifact let out a mournful hum, its light instantly dimmed, and cracks spread across it.

“Waaah—”

Grand Elder Lin Chenghai was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his eyes bulging violently, and a mouthful of blood mixed with Fragments of Internal Organs spurted out.

His body flew backward uncontrollably like a broken sack cut from its strings, smashing heavily onto the hard ground Ten Zhang away, emitting a dull impact sound.

Dust scattered and flew everywhere!

He lay there like a pile of mud, his chest caved in, his aura instantly withered to the extreme. His face was as pale as Gold Foil, his eyes unfocused, and he barely had the strength left to moan.

Lin Lingshan’s enraged punch not only severely injured his body but also directly shattered his Dantian Qi, causing his cultivation base at Qi Refining Sixth Layer Perfection to be completely wasted!

Lin Lingshan stood tall in the center of the venue like an Ancient Fiend God. An invisible Protective Aura Wind, filled with destructive energy, permeated his surroundings.

That was the Killing Tribulation Protective Aura naturally emitted by the Nascent Immovable Wisdom King Body!

Gravel, fallen leaves, and grass clippings on the ground were instantly ground into powder by this invisible force if they came within Three Chi of his body, scattering and drifting down.

He didn’t even glance at Lin Chenghai, who lay on the ground like a dead dog. His gaze, sharp as electricity, swept over the still-shaken Clansmen, and his voice boomed like a great bell; every word exploded like thunder in everyone’s heart:

“Lin Chenghai! As the Lin Family Great Elder, you did not seek the welfare of the Family. Instead, for your own selfish desires, you colluded with outsiders, sold off Family Property and Mineral Veins, and forced your Clansmen into hardship. Your actions are akin to those of a beast, and your crimes are unforgivable!”

“Today, I, Lin Lingshan, in the name of the Lin Family Clan Chief, sentence you: Abolishment of Cultivation! Expulsion from the Clan! You shall never step foot in the Lin Family again! May the Lin Family Ancestors above bear witness, this Traitor shall be executed by all!”

This Divine Judgment-like proclamation completely ignited the long-suppressed Lin Family.

“Clan Chief! It’s the Clan Chief!”

“The Clan Chief is here! The Clan Chief is fine! We are saved! Wuwuwu...”

“Heavens! The Clan Chief’s Divine Might! He crippled that old dog! Good riddance!”

“Clan Chief! You must deliver justice for us! That old dog... that old dog forced us...”

Countless Lin Family Clansmen, regardless of gender or age, were trembling with excitement, their eyes filled with hot tears. The haze of despair was instantly dispelled by this thunderous voice.

The long-standing humiliation of being oppressed by the Grand Elder’s faction and the fear of being coerced by the Liu Family now transformed into mountain-shaking cries and shouts.

They knelt down one after another, facing Lin Lingshan, as if worshipping a savior Deity.

Lin Lingshan looked at the faces of his Clansmen—faces filled with grief, excitement, and renewed hope—and his heart was a mix of bitterness and fury.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and surveyed the crowd, his voice firm and decisive, filled with undeniable power:

“My Clansmen! Please rise! It is I, Lin Lingshan, who returned late! I allowed you all to suffer grievances!”