Qiao Yu violently spat out a mouthful of blood, barely forming a Soaring Eagle Technique aimed at Lin Xin before staggering to his feet and moving toward the courtyard gate.
Pfft!
The soaring eagle was casually crushed by Lin Xin.
The gap was too wide.
One was at the fifth rank, unable to overcome even the first level of the fairy soul.
The other was a pureblood Human Immortal at the third level of the fifth rank.
The gap between them was like the difference between a Yuan Jing and a Human Immortal.
The barrier rippled again and again, but remained intact, exceptionally sturdy; evidently, Elder Qing Shan had used his strongest barrier to protect his most beloved little disciple.
Lin Xin tapped his toes and teleported next to Qiao Yu.
He grabbed her long hair and lifted her entire body.
"What's the use of a piece of trash like you living in this world? You might as well be dead."
He gripped Qiao Yu's neck, his face calm and composed, yet his hand kept tightening its grip.
