"I don't believe I can't kill you!"
The young master in white suddenly started coughing violently. He actually reached out to grab Lin Xin.
Smack.
Lin Xin stood still, watching as the young master's hand grasped at the air a meter away from him.
Turns out the fellow was severely nearsighted, his pupils completely lacking focus.
Lin Xin's eyes showed a trace of pity.
"If you have poor eyesight, don't wander around outside. Scram!"
He casually pushed the man aside, and with a kick sent him tumbling through the air.
Spurt.
The young master immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood, rolling on the ground like a spinning gourd and couldn't get up again.
Hong Xiu and the woman in green drew their swords in grief and indignation, but their combined sword attack was also caught in his palm, the blade twisted into a corkscrew in an instant.
Lin Xin swept his gaze over the two women.
"Not bad talent. Just right to be taken back for bearing children!"
