Shi Yuandao obviously didn't want to explain anymore.
The more he tried to explain, the more difficult it was to explain. Since he had a high level of martial arts cultivation, he was willing to do him a favor. As long as the other party did not pursue the matter, he was willing to help him.
Lin Jin chuckled. "Senior Shi must be a martial arts expert. What's his realm like?"
Shi Yuandao laughed, "I have lived a hundred and twenty years in vain. I have already attained the Martial Saint Realm thirty years ago."
It was clear that he was very proud of this.
There were many people who practiced martial arts in this world. However, less than one in ten million people could reach the Martial Sage Realm. Hence, Shi Yuandao naturally had the right to be arrogant.
There was a limit to one's lifespan. Shi Yuandao had not only lived for more than a hundred years, but he had also cultivated to become a Martial Saint. Speaking of which, he could be considered to have reached the limit of a human's lifespan.
"What do you think? This disciple of mine has indeed gone astray. I will definitely discipline him strictly. At worst, I won't let him leave the mountain again. As long as Mister Lin is willing to let him go, I will owe Mister Lin a favor. If Mister Lin has any trouble in the future, I will definitely do my best to help you. "
Needless to say, this condition was indeed very tempting.
A century-old warrior saint was very powerful. Lin Jin had read in some books that if a century-old warrior saint were to attack, even if there were pet beasts within three hundred feet, few could withstand the warrior saint's ferocious attack.
Moreover, a Martial Saint's internal energy was powerful and could temporarily suppress a Beast Pet. This period of time was enough for the other party to kill the Blood Contract Cultivator.
To a certain extent, a Century Martial Saint was an existence that no one was willing to provoke.
In other words, while the man said he hoped that Lin Jin would be merciful and that they would discuss things further, he was actually threatening Lin Jin. Lin Jin could tell that too.
Lin Jin glanced at the young man. Although the latter didn't dare to act rashly, Lin Jin could see the resentment in his eyes. In other words, he was still thinking of ways to exact revenge and deal with Lin Jin.
Therefore, they absolutely could not let this kind of person go.
Naturally, he was not interested in Shi Yuandao's deal.
"Xiao Huo, kill!" Lin Jin made his decision almost immediately. On the other side, Xiao Huo received the order and immediately pounced forward. When the young master saw this, he screamed in fright, "Master, save me!"
When Shi Yuandao saw this, anger flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Chen had already said this, but the other party was still unwilling to let it go. This showed that they did not care about him, a Hundred Year Old Martial Sage. Since that was the case, Xiao Chen did not need to be polite anymore.
In short, no one could touch this disciple of his today.
He had raised this disciple since he was young and treated him like his own son. Killing his disciple was no different from killing his own son. How could he let this matter rest?
"Stop!" Shi Yuandao roared, and the bricks under his feet instantly crumbled. Then, he charged forward. Although he looked ordinary and unremarkable earlier, now that he had revealed his methods, he realized how horrifying a Martial Sage was.
At this moment, it seemed that no one was a match for him, and no one could stop him.
Shi Yuandao was smart. Instead of saving his disciple because he was wary of the fire wolf, he chose to attack Lin Jin instead.
He clearly knew how to deal with a blood contract cultivator. As long as he could suppress the cultivator, the other's pet beast wouldn't be a threat. Having lived for so many years, Shi Yuandao had fought against blood contract cultivators many times so he knew how to deal with them.
He was fast. At this distance, he was confident that no blood contract cultivator could withstand his attack, not even the world's top blood contract experts.
As a century-old Martial Sage, Shi Yuandao was naturally confident.
But the problem was, Lin Jin wasn't an average blood contract cultivator.
Shi Yuandao was fast and Lin Jin had a hard time defending himself. Even if Lin Jin used his needles, he wouldn't be able to hit the man. Not even Dragonfire.
Moreover, it was too late.
Lin Jin only had one chance to attack. If he failed to suppress his opponent, this terrifying century-old Martial Sage would arrive before him.
This was going to be a hassle.
Of course, even so, Lin Jin still had ways to deal with it. For example, he could use the Nebula Barrier to put some distance between him and his opponent, or he could open the Visitation Hall's door and use its power to force his opponent to retreat.
However, Lin Jin didn't think it was necessary.
Because he had other, simpler, and more direct methods.
"Immortal Binding Rope!"
Lin Jin lifted his sleeves and a golden beam shot out at a speed far faster than Shi Yuandao. The latter reacted quickly and tried to dodge at the sight of danger. However, as if the golden beam had a mind of its own, even if it managed to dodge, it would immediately change directions and chase after Shi Yuandao.
In the end, the golden beam wrapped around Shi Yuandao's body, binding the century-old Martial Sage securely.
Shi Yuandao was terrified. He struggled with all his might, his vital energy rippling like a surging flame. Every move he made contained the strength of a dragon and elephant.
But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. When he looked again, the golden beam had turned into a rope. While it seemed ordinary, Shi Yuandao knew that this was a true magical artifact.
"This … this is a magical artifact?" Shi Yuandao gasped in surprise.
Judging by his expression, he was truly shocked.
"A century-old Martial Sage is indeed knowledgeable," Lin Jin said. While it sounded like a compliment, it was in fact a sarcastic remark.
Shi Yuandao could tell but he didn't mind. Instead, he turned to Lin Jin. "Mr. Lin, you actually have a magical artifact. Are … are you a disciple of a sect of immortals?"
There was a hint of fear in his voice.
Lin Jin didn't answer. There was no need for him to explain anything to Shi Yuandao.
Just then, the young man let out a blood-curdling scream.
Xiao Huo had already struck the young man with his claws. The latter was immediately engulfed in flames, screaming in terror. However, Xiao Huo's flames were so overbearing that the man only had time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, dead.
The flames continued to burn. Soon, the young man would be reduced to a charred corpse.
Lin Jin wasn't bloodthirsty but sometimes, the situation forced him to. Just like Chu Chi and this young man. They were the ones who plotted against him first.
If he didn't kill them, they would kill him.
In such a situation, all Lin Jin could do was to give them an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
He couldn't be bothered with cruelty for now.
Watching his beloved disciple die before his eyes, Shi Yuandao's eyes were filled with deep sorrow. He sighed and said, "My dear disciple, you've committed too many evil deeds all these years. I've told you before that the more you do evil, the more you bring about your own destruction. But you wouldn't listen. Today, I can't save you. Be human again in your next life. Remember not to walk down the path of evil!"
Despite his words, tears were already rolling down Shi Yuandao's cheeks. It was obvious how sorrowful he was.
Lin Jin was wary of this century-old Martial Sage.
Given the current situation, Lin Jin had killed the man's beloved disciple. No one in his position would let the matter rest so easily.
Right now, Lin Jin had the man tied up. But if the man decided to go after Lin Jin in the future, Lin Jin would still have to worry about him.
Hence, murderous intent rose in Lin Jin's heart.
This Shi Yuandao couldn't be allowed to live.
Shi Yuandao sighed, seemingly aware that the current situation was extremely disadvantageous to him.
"Mr. Lin, if I knew you were a disciple of a sect of immortals, I would have killed my disciple with a single palm strike. But it's too late for that now."
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