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133: Lin Jingyu’s CounterattackIn the dense foliage not far away, the Third Manager of Miaoling Pavilion, Qin Yue, was leaning against a thick tree trunk, her seemingly ordinary folding fan tapping against her palm rhythmically.

The fierce clamor of the Black Wind Stockade bandits below was nothing more than noisy insect chirping to her ears. Miaoling Pavilion was in some trouble, but to say she was afraid of the Black Wind Stockade?

A barely perceptible arc curled at the corners of Qin Yue’s lips, and she sneered inwardly. Even a starving camel could crush a few bedbugs without any effort.

She was waiting, waiting for that kid, Lin Jingyu, to speak up.

The immense favor of saving Momo was enough for her to mobilize personnel and overturn the entire mountain of the Black Wind Stockade.

However, it seemed it wasn’t time to intervene yet.

”Sister Yue! Look!” Yun Momo stamped her feet in anxiety, her small hands tightly gripping the elegant sleeves of Qin Yue, her knuckles turning white from the force, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob.

”That... that guy with the ghost-head blade, the blade is almost grazing Jingyu’s hair! You have to intervene! They are all heartless villains who eat people without spitting out the bones!”

Watching Lin Jingyu standing all alone in the middle of that pack of wolves, her heart twisted in pain, and she wished she could jump down herself.

Qin Yue was helpless from being shaken. A faint spiritual light emerged from her jade-white fingertips, and the folding fan hummed, transforming into a green stream of light hovering beside her, ready to strike.

She pinched Yun Momo’s cheeks, which were puffed up with anxiety, and said with a pampered smile:

”Little ancestor, why are you in such a hurry? Look at your Jingyu, he looks relaxed and calm; does he look like someone facing a life-threatening crisis? With that composure, does he look like someone who is about to suffer?”

She paused, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes:

”Besides, is the ’Thousand-Leaf Glazed Pendant’ you gave him for nothing? Blocking one or two attacks from the Qi Refining Seventh Layer is effortless. This amount of time is enough for me to step in and protect him, so don’t worry.”

She turned her gaze back to the gray-clad figure in the center of the field, surrounded by enemies but standing straight. Her interest grew, as if she were watching a brilliant play:

”I really want to see what kind of Immortal Pill this little rascal has up his sleeve! Even with a blade at his throat, he can still hold his tongue and stay calm. Tsk tsk, this is interesting.”

The atmosphere at the entrance of the village was as heavy as leaden clouds before a rainstorm, pressing down on people’s chests until they felt suffocated, and even the breath carried a rusty, bloody smell.

The ferocious and bloodthirsty excitement on the faces of the Black Wind Stockade bandits, the trembling fear of the Liu Family, the despair in the eyes of the Lin Family Clansmen as the last spark of hope was about to be extinguished... all of this became the backdrop of the yellow earth beneath Lin Jingyu’s feet.

Lin Jingyu stood at the very center of the storm, yet his face was as calm as an ancient well that hadn’t rippled in a thousand years, with only a cold, icy light flickering deep within his eyes.

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the flying dust and the heavy murderous intent, pinning accurately onto the face of the arrogant Gong Yunyu on the back of the demonic horse.

His voice was not loud, even carrying the clarity of a youth, but it was like an ice-tempered needle, piercing into everyone’s eardrums with absolute clarity.

”Black Wind Stockade? Heh. Just a bunch of trash!”

A light laugh, filled with undisguised contempt:

”You keep shouting that my Family killed the ’brothers’ in your stockade?”

A cold, mocking arc slowly curled at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked as if he were watching a pack of wild dogs baring their fangs, unaware that their doom was approaching:

”Do you know why I can’t be bothered to explain to you idiots?”

He paused, and every word sounded like ice beads hitting a stone slab, crisp and cold.

”Because you people of the Black Wind Stockade deserve to die! You deserve to die for your crimes, you’ve done all kinds of evil, and heaven cannot tolerate you!”

Before the words faded, he suddenly took a step forward. This step seemed to land on some invisible node, and the atmosphere of the entire scene changed instantly!

Although he was at the very bottom, surrounded by weapons, an Aura like a mountain suddenly rose from his body. His gaze was like a hawk’s, carrying a grim disdain as if looking down at ants, pointing directly at Gong Yunyu:

”You’re at death’s door and don’t even know it, yet you dare to bark and bite at the gates of my Family? Fine! I, Lin Jingyu, am standing right here today. I want to open my eyes and see what your Black Wind Stockade is going to use today to annihilate my Family!”

As the last word fell, it was like a thunderclap on flat ground, making the air seem to hum. The chill and resolve in those words were sharper than a blade and more piercing than the cold wind!

Absolute silence! Even the rustling of the wind through the treetops disappeared.

In the large entrance of the Lin Family Village, only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the crowd remained, along with the ominous cawing of a few crows in the distance.

Time seemed to have frozen for three or four breaths.

”Ha... Hahahaha!”

An abrupt, wild laughter suddenly burst out, filled with a hysterical madness, coming from Gong Yunyu on the back of the demonic horse.

He laughed until he was leaning back and forth, clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face. The spirited demonic horse beneath him became restless from his laughter, pawing the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

”Just based on you?”

Gong Yunyu suddenly stopped laughing, his voice rising sharply, shrill and ear-piercing, filled with incredulous mockery. He pointed at Lin Jingyu, his fingertips trembling slightly.

”You... you say my Black Wind Stockade is facing disaster? Hahaha! This is the funniest, most damn ignorant joke I, Gong Yunyu, have ever heard in my life!”

He panted heavily, his face flushed from the wild laughter, but his eyes were like poison-tipped knives, gouging fiercely at Lin Jingyu:

”Little Bastard! You’re at death’s door and still dare to act mysterious and play tricks here! I’ll send you to meet the King of Hell right now!”

The laughter stopped abruptly, as if cut off by a sharp blade!

The expression on Gong Yunyu’s face instantly turned into the sinister and violent look of a venomous snake about to strike. The twelve-foot silver spear in his hand erupted with a blinding cold light, spiritual power poured into it madly, and the spear body hummed violently!

”Die for me—”

With a ferocious roar filled with murderous intent, the silver spear left his hand.

It transformed into a blinding silver rainbow tearing through the air, like a violent Dragon choosing to devour people, carrying the terrifying Spiritual Pressure of the Qi Refining Seventh Layer Peak, emitting a piercing shriek as it lunged straight for Lin Jingyu’s heart.

This strike was with full force, without any reservation, intended to kill with a single blow and completely crush this eyesore of a little insect.

The Dragon roared, and the violent Spiritual Pressure was like a tangible wave, blowing Lin Jingyu’s bangs wildly, his gray cloth clothes clinging tightly to his body, his skin stung by the sharp energy.

But his feet were rooted like boulders, not moving an inch, his handsome face calm and waveless, even in those deep eyes.

Not a single ripple appeared, as if what was rushing towards him was not a life-taking strike, but an insignificant breeze.

Don’t forget that Lin Lingshan is by his side.

Having broken and then stood up again, he is even more powerful than an ordinary Qi Refining Seventh Layer, and can be called a top combatant of the same rank.