"Cousin, save me!" Zhou Xiran's voice carried hints of panic.
The spiritual essence of his Daoist sword had been nearly completely extinguished by Lin Su's fierce, tempestuous assault, causing his strength to plummet.
Already no match for Lin Su, facing Lin Su's wrath alone, he was in imminent danger of losing his life.
Dark supernatural forces swirled around Lin Su, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Without even a glance at Zhou Huaiyu, who had been watching from a distance, Lin Su brutally thrust his spear toward Zhou Xiran's chest, intending to deliver the final blow.
It was at this moment that Zhou Huaiyu finally spoke.
His voice was calm, but it exploded like thunder in Lin Su's ears while echoing in all directions.
"As a disciple of the Upper Sect, I cannot attack the chosen ones of various nations without reason, but seeking vengeance for a clan member does not count as without reason."
Lin Su's spear stopped instantaneously in midair.
