Right after kicking Yin Zongli away, Ling Chen didn't stop. His figure flashed again. Concentrating True Qi into his calf, he kicked out once more.
"Stop!"
A roar sounded through the air, followed by the whoosh of displaced air. Suddenly, a silver-haired elder appeared from below, shattering the kick's force with a punch. When he saw Yin Zongli had lost an arm, shock and anger flashed across his face. "Boy, how vicious of you to cripple our Son of a duke's arm! From now on, the Yin Family and you are irreconcilable enemies. Today, I, this old man, will put an end to you, you menace!"
"Put an end to me? Your Excellency should take care of yourself first."
A hint of ridicule surfaced at the corner of Ling Chen's mouth.
