86: Chapter 86 Eliminating the Weeds at the Root, Wang Teng in Danger!!

Inside the palace hall.

Listening to the commotion coming from the periphery, the corners of Lin Yi's mouth curled up slightly.

Revered Master's way of handling things is truly reliable!

He looked down at the dying Wang Teng beneath his feet.

Wang Teng's eyelids were trembling violently, and his aura was so weak it was almost undetectable.

However, his lips were still moving.

It was unclear whether he was cursing or begging for mercy.

Lin Yi had no interest in knowing.

He looked up, his gaze calmly meeting Wang Shuo's in mid-air.

He was waiting for him to make a choice.

Wang Shuo's expression had turned as ugly as it could possibly be.

Ten stalks of top-grade Imperial Herb.

That was nearly a third of the Wang family's foundation.

The accumulation of tens of thousands of years, just handed over to someone else like that?

But Wang Teng was under Lin Yi's foot.

The immortal burial coffin was right by Lin Yi's hand.

He had seen with his own eyes just now that the coffin had swallowed Xuan Ye until not even dregs remained.

If he refused Luo Qinghan's demand,

then Wang Teng would likely be refined in an instant!

"Family Head."

At this moment, the Peak Quasi-Emperor Elder Wang Tian beside him spoke in a low voice again.

"If the Imperial Medicine is gone, we can find more, but if the Imperial Son is gone..."

"Then the future of the Wang family will truly be over! You must not hesitate!"

Hearing this, Wang Shuo closed his eyes.

His body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of the pain from his severed arm, but because of the humiliation.

He had lived for over ten thousand years and had never suffered such a stifling indignity.

But faced with Luo Qinghan's overbearing strength, he had no choice!

Wang Shuo slowly opened his eyes.

He took out a red sandalwood jade box from his Storage Ring.

The moment the jade box opened, ten brilliant rays of light from the Imperial Medicine soared into the sky.

Each stalk radiated a soul-intoxicating charm of the Great Dao.

The rich medicinal fragrance permeated the Void Realm, and even the Cultivators on the periphery of Imperial Fall Valley could smell it.

"Hiss—"

Countless people sucked in a breath of cold air.

He really gave it!

Ten stalks of top-grade Imperial Herb!

The Wang family is truly a massive sucker!

Without a word, Wang Shuo threw the jade box fiercely toward Lin Yi.

The force was so great that it carried a piercing sound of breaking air.

It was clear he hated him to the bone.

"Ten stalks of Imperial Medicine, all here!"

"Release him!"

Lin Yi reached out and steadily caught the jade box.

He opened it, took a glance to confirm everything was correct, and then stored it in his Storage Ring.

Then he looked up and gave Wang Shuo a smile that practically begged for a punch.

"Look at you, wouldn't it have been better if you'd done this earlier?

Why did you let your precious son take so many beatings!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the muscles on Wang Shuo's face twitched violently.

He felt that the greatest insult he had ever suffered in his life was happening right now.

To be mocked like this by a mere junior!

He couldn't bear it!

Seeing that Wang Shuo's expression wasn't right,

Wang Tian, who was beside him, quickly pulled his sleeve and whispered:

"Endure it, endure it, Family Head! Let's save the Imperial Son first!"

Wang Shuo ground one of his molars to pieces and swallowed it.

He raised his intact left hand, preparing to tear through the Void Realm to go in and save Wang Teng.

However.

The moment his hand touched the spatial barrier,

a hum came from inside the hall that made his heart and gall turn cold.

"Buzz—"

That was the sound of the immortal burial coffin activating.

Low, heavy,

carrying a call from the abyss.

Wang Shuo's movements froze.

He suddenly looked down into the hall.

He saw that Lin Yi had already withdrawn the foot he had on Wang Teng's chest.

Replacing it was that ancient coffin, black as ink.

The lid of the immortal burial coffin vibrated slowly.

A terrifying suction force that could swallow heaven and earth erupted from the mouth of the coffin,

directly locking onto the unconscious Wang Teng on the ground.

Lin Yi's voice echoed through the great hall.

Very soft, very casual.

As if he were stating something perfectly natural.

"This Holy Son has received the Imperial Medicine."

"But as for this person..."

He tilted his head slightly.

"If you don't remove the roots when cutting the weeds, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows!"

"Did you really think This Holy Son would release him? I was just teasing you!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was petrified.

Inside and outside Imperial Fall Valley, everyone's brain crashed at the same time.

What?

Cutting the weeds without removing the roots, the spring breeze will bring them back to life!

Does he mean he's going to kill the person even after taking the Imperial Medicine?

And he even teased Wang Shuo, a Peak Quasi-Emperor?

This is too ruthless, too arrogant, right?!

The Prodigies looked at each other, the expressions on their faces quite spectacular.

Some were shocked, some admired him, and some were terrified.

Of course, there were also those who were giving him a massive thumbs-up in their hearts!

"Wait, recall Peak Master Luo's original words carefully!"

A Prodigy with exceptional memory suddenly spoke up.

"What she said was—This Seat can consider it!"

"From beginning to end, she never said the words 'release him'!"

As soon as this was said, everyone realized the truth.

The sounds of people sucking in cold air rose one after another.

Good grief!

So it was a trap all along!

This Revered Master and Disciple pair are each more black-hearted than the other!

The Revered Master is responsible for extortion, and the Disciple is responsible for a domineering betrayal.

Clear division of labor, perfect coordination.

They are simply a seamless combination!

"My goodness..."

An old Cultivator clutched his chest, his expression complex to the extreme.

"In the future, if anyone offends the Heavenly Profound Holy Land, they should just settle their funeral arrangements first!"

Wang Hong, on the periphery, almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

But he held it in, keeping a straight face and shaking his head with a feigned air of sorrow.

"Sigh, the Saint is still a youth after all, young and vigorous, too impulsive!"

"However..."

Saying this, his tone shifted as he raised his wine flask.

"If one isn't vigorous, can they still be called a young person?!"

"Hahaha! Well done, Saint! This old man supports you!"

Inside the hall.

Xu Chen was already rolling on the ground laughing.

"Hahahahaha! Brother Lin Yi, you're too wicked!"

"Collect the medicine first, then kill the person! I've learned this trick!"

Chu Wanqing held the imperial zither, her pretty face switching between worry and the urge to laugh.

Shen Qingyue's lips curled up slightly for a moment before she returned to her cold demeanor.

Only Su Yuxi's brow furrowed slightly.

Looking at Lin Yi's back, a trace of complex emotion rose in her heart.

This man is decisive to the point of being cold-blooded.

But she knew that this cold-bloodedness wasn't directed at everyone.

At least, he was always gentle to those around him.

And at this moment.

Wang Shuo, in mid-air, had completely snapped.

"Luo Qinghan!"

"You... you have broken your word!!"

His roar carried the pressure of a Quasi-Emperor.

The entire Imperial Fall Valley was vibrating violently.

The ground cracked, and debris flew everywhere.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a monstrous fire of rage and killing intent burned in his pupils.

Luo Qinghan held her Imperial Sword in front of her, looking completely indifferent.

"This Seat said I could consider it."

"As for the result of that consideration..."

She glanced into the hall, her voice suddenly turning cold.

"No release!"

"As for what my Disciple wants to do, that is his business."

"This Seat doesn't care!"

Zhou Qing also took a step forward.

His voice was steady and domineering.

"Lin Yi, do it!"

Just three words.

But it was the Holy Lord of Tianxuan's absolute support for his own Saint.

When these words fell, they were more powerful than any other vocabulary.

Just do it, someone will naturally have your back!

Hearing this, Lin Yi no longer hesitated.

He slapped the lid of the immortal burial coffin with one hand.

Boom!

The coffin lid vibrated open.

A terrifying black hole, enough to swallow heaven and earth, exploded from the mouth of the coffin.

Wang Teng, who was unconscious on the ground, had no power to resist.

His body was swept up by that suction force, drifting helplessly toward the coffin's mouth like a withered leaf.

"No!!!"