He almost sucked in a breath of cold air as he stared at Wang Lin and slowly asked, “These people are all Teng family members?” He suddenly became very cautious and no longer dared to look down on this person. Although the Teng family members that were killed weren’t strong, if this person dared to kill this many Teng family members, then he was either stupid or arrogant enough to not fear Teng Huayuan.
He immediately decided in his heart that this person was not someone he could mess with. Teng Huayuan had already reached the late stage of Nascent Soul and the Teng family was filled with powerful cultivators, yet this person didn’t seem to care. Obviously, this person was looking down on the Teng family and old man Ji Mo didn’t want to mess with a madman like this.
Old man Ji Mo’s face was instantly filled with smiles as he said, “Well done! This old man also sees the Teng family as an annoyance. Fellow cultivator, good job killing… keep on killing! This old man has something to do, so I’ll take my leave.” With that, he tried to maneuver the carriage to back up to get away from this fiend.
Wang Lin’s eyes became cold as he asked, “Do you know why I’m killing Teng family members?”
Old man Ji Mo’s body shook. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen and said, “I don’t want to know. Fellow cultivator, goodbye!” With that, he started to leave without any hesitation, even leaving behind the young boys and girls that were escorting him.
Wang Lin didn’t stop him, but slapped his bag of holding and took out the restriction flag. With a shake, the flag instant covered an area of 1000 kilometers.
Old man Ji Mo’s expression suddenly became very ugly. He stared at Wang Lin and barked, “What is this meaning of this? I didn’t interfere with you or the Teng family! Your cultivation level is the same as mine, don’t think I’m afraid of you!”
Wang Lin calmly looked at old man Ji Mo. He let out a sarcastic smile and said, “400 years ago, your youngest disciple suddenly died. Do you still remember?”
The moment old man Ji Mo heard this, he was immediately stunned, but soon recovered and stared at Wang Lin without a word.
Wang Lin’s voice was gentle as he slowly said, “That little disciple you had was killed by me and he had a disciple call Zhang Hu, who was from the same sect as me.”
The fat on old man Ji Mo’s face twitched as he faked a smile and said, “You killed him? Oh well. This old man has already forgotten about what happened 400 years ago.”
Although he said that, his hand was already on his bag of holding. Four streams of black smoke emerged next to him.
In the gaps between the smoke, one could see the mummified puppets. Normally, when old man Ji Mo fought, he didn’t use this move at all. This showed just how much he dreaded Wang Lin.
Each of these puppets had a cultivation level close to early stage Nascent Soul, but Wang Lin didn’t pay any attention to him and said, “After that, Zhang Hu and I were chased by Teng Lu. I believe you should remember what happened back then.”
Old man Ji Mo was unsettled. After a while, he sighed and said, “Actually, I…” Just as he spoke, his eyes lit up and his fat body jumped off the carriage. While flying backwards, he shot out four drops of blood that landed on the four puppets.
The four puppets suddenly opened their eyes, revealing their red eyes. They let out wild-beast-like roars as they charged toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin’s expression was calm as his right hand formed a seal and he shouted, “Stop!”
Suddenly, eight restrictions suddenly appeared from the darkness, covering the area and surrounding the four puppets. Wang Lin leisurely flew toward old man Ji Mo.
Although old man Ji Mo was fat, he was not slow. He quickly flew away and even teleported to escape, but no matter how hard he tried to escape, Wang Lin was always right behind him.