The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

Xue Ming smiled softly, then suddenly took a step forward, slowly walking towards Lin Changan, his tone gradually becoming more gloomy: "I'm just reminding you that the matter of the woman in red is far from as simple as you think. Her life experience is more complicated than you imagine, and the things involved are far more dangerous than just revenge."

Lin Chang'an's eyes narrowed, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart. Then, he quickly adjusted his mood and said in a deep voice, "What are you planning now?"

Xue Ming lowered his head, a sly glint in his eyes. "Don't misunderstand me, I'm just giving you a sincere reminder. But since you're so determined, I might as well give you some 'little help'."

At this moment, Lin Changan's expression turned extremely grim. He had long sensed that Xue Ming's trip was not simple, and the conspiracy behind it was far more than what was apparent.

"Do you want to use us?" Bing Hongbin said in a stern tone, having already noticed that Xue Ming had bad intentions.

Xue Ming raised his head, glanced at them with disdain, and a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are too sensitive. I am just here to show you a way. Why, you are not willing to accept even this little help?"

Lin Changan was silent for a moment, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "No need to say more, we know your purpose very well."

Xue Ming sighed softly, seeming a little impatient: "If that's the case, then please continue on your way. However, I advise you to be prepared, the road ahead will be even more difficult."

Torrential rain poured down, and the sky was instantly swallowed by dark clouds. The dull rumble of thunder and the rumble of lightning shattered the surrounding tranquility. The three of them sat in the pavilion, staring at Xue Ming's figure in silence, and no one spoke easily. A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if the storm was not just coming from the sky, and the confrontation in their hearts was also growing more tense.

Lin Chang'an gently wiped the rain from his face, his eyes still as cold as ice. He knew that Xue Ming's visit was not just a simple "reminder"; his intentions were too deeply hidden, and the heavy rain at this time was just a reflection of his inner anger.

A flash of anger flashed in Xue Ming's eyes. Seeing the three men still sitting there as usual, seemingly ignoring him completely, his rage surged like a raging wave. He raised his hands slightly, a cold aura emanating from them, a hint of mad murderous intent: "Since you don't know what's good for you, then I won't be polite anymore!"

After saying that, Xue Ming suddenly waved his hand, and then a flying sword flashing with cold light shot out from his hand in an instant, with a sound of breaking through the air, and suddenly slashed towards Lin Changan.

"Go to hell!" Xue Ming growled, gritting his teeth. He unleashed his ultimate flying sword technique, a terrifying aura. With the force of thunder, he struck directly at the center of the pavilion, instantly splitting it in two. Wood chips flew, rainstorms lashed down, and the three men were instantly drenched. Bing Hongbin and Uncle Qiu instantly drew their swords, ready to meet the attack. But they both knew this move was no ordinary sword technique. The power of the flying sword was simply devastating.

Lin Changan didn't move. He remained seated, his eyes calm, as if he had anticipated Xue Ming's actions. "As expected," he said softly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Although Uncle Qiu and Bing Hongbin were confused, they did not speak. They cooperated silently and prepared to deal with the next battle.

Seeing that the three men showed no intention of dodging, Xue Ming's anger intensified, and he launched a series of attacks, hoping to completely defeat them. However, the moment Lin Chang'an saw the flying sword coming down, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted, "Burning Heaven!"

Instantly, the surrounding air heated up dramatically, the ground seemed to be scorching, and the moisture in the air evaporated instantly. Countless blazing flames spread from Lin Chang'an's body, transforming into a raging fire that rushed towards the flying sword.

"boom!"

The moment the flames collided with the flying sword, a deafening explosion echoed. Torrential rain was vaporized by the flames, and the surrounding air instantly became incredibly hot. Xue Ming's flying sword was violently repelled by Lin Chang'an's blazing flames, instantly becoming brittle. The dazzling cold light on the flying sword gradually dimmed, and the cracks on the blade quickly spread. Finally, it was completely consumed by the raging flames, turning into a ball of ash, raising a cloud of dust.

Xue Ming's face changed drastically, a flash of disbelief and panic in his eyes. The flying sword was actually destroyed! He attacked with all his might, but it was easily dispelled by a single blow of fire! His initial anger instantly turned into deep shock and fear.

"Impossible!" Xue Ming muttered to himself, unable to accept the reality before him. His flying sword was his strongest killer move, how could it be destroyed so easily?

Lin Changan slowly stood up, flames dancing behind him like the flames of hell. His eyes never left Xue Ming, and his cold tone was like a biting wind: "I warned you, don't challenge my bottom line easily."

The anger in Xue Ming's eyes grew stronger, but he knew that if he continued to fight Lin Chang'an, he would eventually be completely defeated. He gasped a few times, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and stared at Lin Chang'an intently: "You...you are too arrogant!"

Lin Changan looked at Xue Ming, his eyes still without a trace of fluctuation, "You can go now." He spoke lightly, without a trace of warmth in his tone.

An unspeakable humiliation suddenly rose in Xue Ming's heart. He glared and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, wanting to attack again, but at this moment Lin Changan had completely gained the upper hand.

"Leave?" Xue Ming chuckled, a ruthless look flashing in his eyes. "How can I let you leave like this? Today, I will make you pay the price!"

However, at this moment, Lin Changan's Burning Heaven Flame ignited again, and the flames surged out like a tornado, forcing Xue Ming to take a few steps back. Lin Changan looked at him coldly: "I have already given you a chance, don't force me."

Xue Ming saw the situation clearly and hesitated. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely not be a match for Lin Changan. However, his pride would not allow him to retreat.

Uncle Qiu and Bing Hongbin watched the scene from the sidelines, still utterly stunned. Uncle Qiu, in particular, never took his eyes off Lin Changan, a look of disbelief on his face. "I didn't expect this kid to have such skills," Uncle Qiu whispered, his eyes gleaming with a complex light.

Bing Hongbin's mouth twitched slightly, as if he hadn't recovered from the flying sword attack. "I thought he was just a young man, but I didn't expect him to be so formidable." He was silent for a moment, then continued, "I felt the unparalleled murderous aura from that flying sword just now. If Master Lin hadn't intervened in time, I'm afraid we would have been affected long ago."