Song Manjiang glared at Lin Hao, his gaze fiercely fixed on him.
Within his eyes, there was nothing but intent to kill, as his whole body's Primordial Qi began to fluctuate and surge.
He was ready to make his move!
"Father, shall we lend a hand..." Nangong Wan'er said with concern.
"Just wait a little longer, a little longer..." Nangong Lin was somewhat nervous, watching the scene intently, wanting to see if Lin Hao still had a chance to win.
The shock that Lin Hao gave him was too great, causing him to still hold onto a sliver of hope, despite the appearance that there was no chance of victory.
He wanted to see Lin Hao's true full strength.
"Dad..." Nangong Wan'er's pretty face turned unsightly.
But no matter what she said,
Nangong Lin remained unmoved.
The other three Cultivators had long since become dumbfounded, Song Manjiang's overbearing aura left them feeling suffocated, trembling, and their scalps tingling.
Song Manjiang was too strong.
