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143: Kill the Grand ElderLin Jingyu’s voice suddenly rose, sharp as an ice-forged needle, plunging viciously into Lin Chenghai’s core: ”Old dog! Open your filthy eyes and look!”

His fingertip pointed casually toward the Liu family crowd, who were as pale as ghosts, looking utterly devastated.

”These are the masters you grovel before? Huh?”

Lin Jingyu looked down at the Great Elder, who lay beneath him like a pile of mud, his gaze viewing him as nothing more than a maggot in a gutter.

”Now, they’re huddled there like a pack of skinned, mangy dogs, too terrified to even breathe! And you—”

His toe nudged Lin Chenghai’s paralyzed body.

”You’re like a spineless viper, collapsed here waiting for death. And yet, your masters don’t dare utter a single word.”

The corner of his mouth curled into a frigid, biting arc, etched with profound scorn:

”How does that taste? Are you so furious your lungs are about to burst?

Do you wish you could lunge forward and tear out my throat, just so you could wag your tail for your Liu family ’daddy’ and prove your loyalty? After all, in your heart, which is worse than a pig or a dog, they are your true ancestors, aren’t they?”

Every single syllable was harsher than the deadliest curse, steeped in the poison of humiliation.

”Ugh!”

Lin Chenghai violently lifted his old face, covered in grime and wrinkles. His cloudy eyes instantly burned crimson, ignited by extreme shame, indignation, and malice.

His face, like dry tree bark, twitched uncontrollably, and a series of hoarse, dying animalistic growls squeezed out of his throat.

”You... you little beast!”

He struggled to straighten his back, attempting to cling to the last shred of pathetic dignity, but his body shook like a leaf in the autumn wind, unable to support that fleeting trace of will.

”The victor... the victor is king, the loser is dirt!

I concede defeat!

If... if you have the guts, just give me a quick, clean death! Stop... stop showing off and putting on airs, damn it!”

He roared hoarsely, trying to use the sound to mask the bone-deep terror.

”When I was killing and plundering treasures in the cultivation world... your... your parents hadn’t even conceived you yet!”

The scorn on Lin Jingyu’s lips deepened, but his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of glacial ice.

He simply watched quietly, as if enjoying a clumsy monkey show, appreciating the ugly spectacle of this once high-and-mighty old dog struggling in death throes.

There was a time when just a hint of this old dog’s oppressive aura could make him feel like he was bearing a mountain, unable to breathe.

Now the tables have turned, and this arrogant Great Elder is nothing more than a puddle of mud for him to trample! Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west—do not bully a young man for being poor!

”A quick death?”

Lin Jingyu’s voice was airy, yet carried a chill that could freeze the soul and marrow. ”Are you worthy?”

His gaze swept over the clan members in the distance—those who were still shaken, with tear tracks visible on their faces, those who had trembled under this old dog’s tyranny, and those innocent young girls who had been driven almost to suicide.

”Colluding with external enemies, betraying the ancestral foundation, forcing young clan girls to seek their own deaths...”

He recounted each offense, one by one, like reading the Book of Life and Death before the King of Hell. With every charge he listed, the killing intent in his eyes grew thicker.

”Your crimes are too numerous to count! You are worse than an animal! Grinding your bones to dust and refining your soul would still be letting you off too easily!”

The last trace of human warmth in Lin Jingyu’s eyes completely extinguished, leaving only pure, bone-chilling murderous intent:

”Every extra breath drawn by your foul, stinking flesh is a blasphemy against the Lin family ancestors! I will now cleanse the clan in their name and send you on your way!”

”Shing!”

Before the words even finished, the sword light shot out like a venomous snake striking from its hole.

No one saw how he drew the sword. They only felt a sudden flash before their eyes—a sword light, cold as the moon reflected in a deep pool yet carrying deadly sharpness, had already torn through the stagnant air.

A subtle yet distinct, chilling sound emerged, like a perfectly ripe melon being instantly sliced open by the sharpest possible blade.

There was no expected scream, only a faint, teeth-grating friction sound as the blade sliced through tough flesh and precisely severed the neck bone, a sound that was jarringly loud in the dead silence.

Lin Jingyu hadn’t even used a trace of spiritual power, relying solely on the inherent sharpness of the Watersplitter Sword in his hand.

The malice and instantaneous shock frozen on Lin Chenghai’s face became the final image of his life. His mouth was wide open, seemingly trying to utter a final, venomous curse, but the opportunity was lost forever.

*Bang!*

The next moment, that gray-haired head—a symbol of the Lin family’s former highest authority—suddenly exploded, as if struck by an invisible, ten-thousand-pound hammer, shattering violently under the fierce hidden force contained in the sword tip!

Red, white, viscous fragments of bone and flesh... like the most cruel and bloody fireworks, they violently sprayed and splattered, speckling the scorched earth. The overwhelmingly nauseating stench of blood instantly drowned out everything else!

The headless corpse remained rigidly upright for a brief instant before collapsing heavily backward, as if all support had been completely withdrawn, hitting the ground with a dull *thud* and kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

Lin Jingyu gave his wrist only the slightest tremor. The Watersplitter Sword emitted a clear, prolonged hum, its body still shimmering brightly like water, unstained by a single drop of blood or filth.

He didn’t even bother to glance at the filthy, headless corpse again. His cold gaze, like a soul-reaping chain from the Nine Nether Hells,

instantly locked onto Third Elder Lin Chengyuan, who was standing just a few steps away, terrified out of his wits, pants soaked, and trembling like a candle in the wind.

This old viper, who had dragged the entire clan into an abyss of damnation just to save his own wretched life by inviting wolves into the house.

This old dog was even more treacherous and deserving of death than Lin Chenghai.

Alive, he wasted air; dead, he wasted land.

Even calling him an ”old dog” was an insult to humanity’s best friend.

The dormant volcano of killing intent in his chest erupted violently at this moment.

Lin Jingyu knew the profound truth that villains die from talking too much. Wasting another word on this old dog would be an insult to himself.

His figure blurred, swift as a ghost or phantom! The Watersplitter Sword transformed into a cold, soul-reaping streak of light, stabbing straight toward Lin Chengyuan’s throat, which was convulsing with extreme terror!

”Pfft!”

The sword tip accurately pierced the flesh, but met with a distinct feeling of resistance.

A faint, dull, earthy-yellow spiritual glow suddenly flashed across Lin Chengyuan’s body, barely managing to block the strike, which relied only on the sword’s sharpness and contained no infused spiritual power.

In this instant, faster than a flash of lightning, an unexpected change occurred.

”You little beast! Come join me in death!”

Lin Chengyuan’s old face, streaming with tears and snot and etched with fear, suddenly twisted and contorted, erupting into a hysterical, beast-like ferocity.

His withered, chicken-claw-like hand had somehow grasped a hideous, dark-red ghost-head broadsword, which was wrapped in a dense, almost tangible aura of bloody malevolence.

Countless twisted runes suddenly lit up on the blade, like myriad fierce eyes opening from the depths of hell.

The spiritual power within his body, along with wisps of his vital essence and blood origin, surged like a breached flood, pouring frantically and recklessly into the demonic blade.