Chapter 90

He noticed that Lin Zhennan did not block him this time; instead, a faint smile—relaxed, almost carefree—curved at the corners of his mouth.

What the hell.

Such a thought arose in Yu Canghai's mind.

How could Lin Zhennan wear a relaxed smile in the face of power sufficient to kill him?

He should have thrown all his strength into blocking Yu Canghai's attack.

Though he had no intention of killing Lin Zhennan, this strike carried not the slightest restraint.

For Yu Canghai, when the attack struck Lin Zhennan, he would slightly hold back, to avoid instantly killing the man.

But clearly, Lin Zhennan could not have known—after all, Yu Canghai's strike this time was utterly merciless.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Yu Canghai's mind, but he did not dwell on them; he would find out once he seized Lin Zhennan.

"Tear—…"

The black-glowing palm was mere inches from touching Lin Zhennan.

A white light suddenly exploded before Yu Canghai's eyes, and his palm was struck by searing pain.

"Ahh…"

A cry of agony tore from Yu Canghai's throat; he felt a tremendous force surge through his hand, and his right arm instantly shattered into a mist of blood.

A gush of blood spewed from his mouth as he was flung backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Ah, my hand."

Sitting on the ground, Yu Canghai stared at his palm, his face twisting in horror as he screamed.

He realized his right palm had vanished—obliterated by the terrifying force just now.

"Who are you? Who the hell are you?" Yu Canghai clamped his bleeding right hand, his face contorted with rage. "Elder, what have I, Yu Canghai, done to deserve such a murderous strike?"

To destroy his right hand outright—what hatred could justify that?

For Yu Canghai, in the Jiang Hu, he always conducted himself with principle.

If he encountered a powerful opponent, he usually avoided enmity; if he faced a weakling, he would wipe out the entire Manmen, leaving no lingering threat.

And that terrifying force just now—even the Sect Masters of the Five Peaks could not surpass it, perhaps not even match it.

In that case, Yu Canghai should never have provoked such a person.

For Yu Canghai, even in death, he must die with clarity—not murdered without reason.

At this moment, another thought struck Yu Canghai: perhaps that elder had mistaken him for someone else.

"Who am I? You say Yu Canghai? Then look closely."

A faint, chilling voice echoed, and a dark figure stepped slowly forward; Yu Canghai's eyes locked onto the figure with unblinking intensity.

Under the moonlight.

The figure gradually grew clear.

It was a young figure, his features bearing a resemblance to Lin Zhennan.

Could it be…?