Lin Ji dispersed his spiritual power, the four methods merging into one.
Scanning the long, smooth, flute-like passage studded with countless holes, it resembled a chrysanthemum after frost, all withered and yellowed.
“You…”
At the distant end, a figure hung suspended on what looked like a tentacle, swaying slightly.
Xuanyuan Tai Xu’s face was filled with shock, disbelief coloring his voice: “You… you actually killed Third Young Master?!”
“The legacy of Haotian turned out to be a curse. He deserved it!” Lin Ji shot a sideways glance. “And you… as a saintly emperor’s lonely bloodline, how many good deeds have you ever done?! Xuanyuan Tai Xu, what do you think your end will be now?”
“Well…”
Xuanyuan Tai Xu trembled with fear, thought for a moment, then straightened his back with a whoosh.