usatvline Chapter 660
Chapter 660
Ling Yanyan slowly circulated his cultivation technique to regulate his mindset. Gradually, his heart calmed down, and his complexion returned to normal.
"You've finally shown up." Suddenly, a sinister voice rang out.
Ling Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and then he looked up sharply at his surroundings.
In the distance, a person dressed in ancient clothing was standing on a treetop.
Looking down at Ling Yanyan from his vantage point, he held a folding fan in his hand and gently waved it.
"Who exactly are you?" Ling Yanyan asked after a long silence, "Why are you waiting for me here?"
"Heh, I've been waiting for you," the man said with a laugh, "waiting for you to die by my hand."
After hearing the man's words, Ling Yanyan's expression darkened further: "What exactly do you want?"
"Hehe." The man looked at Ling Yanyan with a smile and said, "Little guy, I advise you to obediently come back with me, otherwise, hehe, I'm afraid you can't handle it."
"What do you want to do?" Ling Yanyan asked coldly, staring at the man.
"Hahaha, you'll find out soon enough." The man chuckled, then waved his hand, and a group of men in black appeared behind him.
"Who are you people?" Ling Yanyan frowned as he looked at the men in black.
"Guess?" The man's smile grew wider and wider, until finally he revealed a ferocious grin and said, "Today is your death day!"
After saying that, the man flashed and rushed straight at Ling Yanyan. At the same time, a pitch-black dagger appeared in his hand.
"Whoosh!" The man's dagger flashed with a cold light as it pierced towards Ling Yanyan's neck.
"Ding!" Ling Yanyan raised his right hand, and the bronze ring on his wrist emitted a dazzling light, enveloping Ling Yanyan and blocking the man's dagger.
"Hmm?" The man frowned slightly, then let out a cold shout and struck Ling Yanyan with his palm again.
Ling Yanyan groaned again, staggered back three or five steps, and turned ashen-faced.
"Pfft!" Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Ling Yanyan's shoulder. He looked down and saw a man in black standing behind him, holding a sharp blade that was aimed at Ling Yanyan's shoulder.
Ling Yan Yan's pupils contracted slightly. He wanted to dodge, but the sharp pain in his shoulder prevented him from moving an inch.
"Sizzle!" Ling Yanyan's clothes were ripped open, and a huge wound appeared on his shoulder, from which blood gushed out, almost tearing his shoulder apart.
Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth and desperately tried to defend against the attack from the man in black, but the man in black was clearly much stronger than him, so he couldn't defend against him at all and could only barely defend.
"Damn bastard!" Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath, grabbing the black-clad man's arms with both hands and pulling him forward violently.
"Crack!" The black-clad man's bones snapped, and he was violently thrown away by Ling Yanyan, landing on the ground dozens of meters away.
Ling Yanyan gasped for breath; the battle had nearly exhausted all his spiritual energy.
Ling Yanyan glanced at the black-clad man lying on the ground groaning, then looked at the person on the treetop in the distance.
"Who exactly are you?" Ling Yanyan's expression turned serious; he had a strong feeling that the person was extremely dangerous.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you are about to die," the person on the treetop said calmly.
Ling Yanyan glanced at the man, said nothing, and then turned to leave.
"Kid, where do you think you're going?" The person on the treetop laughed coldly. "Now that you're here, don't even think about escaping."
Ling Yanyan turned his head and looked at the person on the treetop: "Do you really want to kill me?"
"So what if I kill you?" The person on the treetop laughed. "Your identity is not simple. You actually cut off the leg of a Xiantian Realm martial artist? You truly deserve to be called the Ling family's trash."