Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 2114 - I Am Your Lifelong Nightmare

Tianming, even with all his Omnisentient Threads, wouldn't be a match for that youth. The attack lasted a fraction of an instant. A dark flash of a sword zipped across. Tianming could barely perceive it, but the youth merely took a single step and stomped him in the crotch with deadly precision and furious dedication!

A loud thump reverberated as Tianming was sent flying a thousand meters straight into the inner walls of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. He felt nothing but searing pain, his face turning a dark, dark red. The unbearable pain seemed to cause his lower body to uncontrollably contort. It went without saying that everything down there had been turned to mush! If not for the relief from the Greenspark Tower that started to spread where he was struck, he would probably die from the shock even with his Primordial Chaos Beast-like physique.

Dammit.... Without the Greenspark Tower, I'd never be able to make a family anymore... how cruel. He had never felt so humiliated since the matter of Lin Xiaoting and Mu Qingqing back when he was still around sixteen. Rage filled his mind, but he forced it down deep after all he had experienced.

The next instant, a black sword pierced into his throat and passed through his spine, nailing him to the wall. Pain spread throughout his body from his throat. While astral physiques typically wouldn't be killed with just that, that kind of pain wasn't something normal people could withstand once, let alone twice! Though the strikes were fierce, none of them were aimed at taking Tianming's life. He even made sure that Ying Huo and the rest didn't come out! He was quite certain of the youth's intentions, since he was still alive after two strikes.

Finally, the swift and fearsome youth's blurry figure seemed to corporealize. He wielded a black sword that he had used to nail Tianming to the wall. Tianming's blood flowed along the sword and dripped off from the youth's hand. He got a good look at the youth who had a sharp gaze, a slender and tall figure, slightly tanned skin, and wore a green dragon robe. His gaze felt like a sea of outward piercing swords. An unlimited number of divine hazard strands seemed to flow within them.

"Don't move," Tianming cried in a hoarse voice to Feiling and the rest. The youth had been too fast and Moran hadn’t even had a chance to use her divine wonders. For elites like the youth in front of them, Tianming and the others were full of openings and weaknesses. The ship had fallen completely silent, save for the sound of dripping blood.

"Ahem... that won't do.... I already boasted to a few of my friends about Lin Mu's son, you see," Gongshu Ding said, implying that even if Tianming was killed here, word of Lin Mu's son's existence would still spread. He may well have to suffer some consequences if something were to happen to Tianming. He only wanted to make a quick buck, after all, so all that trouble wouldn't be worth it.

However, the youth completely ignored him and glared daggers at Tianming, who was still breathing despite having his throat pierced. He didn't hate him, nor did he kneel and beg for forgiveness. "For some reason, the moment I saw you, I didn't doubt that you were that bastard's accursed blood at all. If Lin Mu ever had children, they’d definitely be like you."

The youth pulled the black sword out and sheathed it, causing Tianming to slip to the ground. His wounds started recovering, thanks to the Greenspark Tower, but the scars of humiliation would forever remain.

"You’re like your father, completely spineless. No question about it," the youth added.

Seeing the anger dissipate, Gongshu Ding breathed a sigh of relief. "Hahaha... Young Master Jianxing, I already said you wouldn't be disappointed, right? Now that you have the goods, I'll take my leave. Anything that happens from here on out is no longer my business."

"You may scram."

"Very well!" Gongshu Ding had proof of the transaction and immediately had his ship let go of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb before he left. The atmosphere turned even more deathly with him gone. This was a situation without a resolution; it wasn't that Tianming was inherently inferior to the youth, but rather that they were raised on first- and sixth-class worlds respectively.

"Why’re you so submissive? Say a word or two, Lin Feng," the youth said, drawing his sword again and holding it at Tianming's neck.

"I wonder how I may address you," Tianming said.

"What? You want revenge?"

"No, I’d like to thank you for sparing my life."

"Sparing you? I did spend a fortune to buy you. If I let you die just like that, how would the rest of the Swordgod Lin Clan vent our rage?"

Tianming deeply breathed in and feigned a smile, hiding his rage and killing intent deep inside him. Facing someone like that, the slightest wrong word or disagreement could end his life. Bravado would do him no favors here; all he wanted was a chance to survive. Since Gongshu Ding had boasted to a few friends, word of Lin Mu's son would no doubt spread and the youth would probably be punished for killing him. No doubt, there were countless others apart from the youth who wanted to even their score with Lin Mu, the entire clan perhaps! As such, he was certain that the youth wouldn't kill him no matter how much he wanted to vent. Those two strikes had already passed.

"Lin Feng, do you know what day today is?"

Tianming shook his head.

"Today’s the day when the greats of our clan in the Trade Union gather at the Myriadsword Mausoleum to worship our ancestors! All the different branches will send people there, and you came just at the right time! I’ll take you there where you will kneel before the resting place of our ancestors to atone for your father's sins!" He put down his sword and grabbed Tianming by the neck. His raging ranting caused his saliva to splatter all over Tianming's face. "I want you to live forever so the clan can vent our hatred on you whenever we want!"

Seeing the horrid expression on that face, Tianming truly felt stumped. What in the world did my dad do to them? Perhaps that was a question that could only be answered when the giants of the Swordgod Lin Clan gathered at the mausoleum.

"Lastly, I’ll tell you my name. Lin Jianxing, remember it. Remember how I look. I’ll forever be the nightmare of a spineless coward like you."

"Alright, I will." Tianming earnestly nodded. Before the truth was brought to light, he didn't want to say too much. At least he didn't have to die, so time would answer his doubts. If there's a wrong, I’ll right it. If there's a grudge, I’ll repay it.

"Given our experience, people who go jijijiji and ramble on like that are all bad people," Ying Huo said with a cough.

"Did someone call me?" Ji Ji sat up, alert.

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