Chapter 91: A Terrifying Embroidery Needle!

"Are you a senior of the Lin family from Fuxin Escort Agency?" Yu Canghai stared at the youthful face and drew in a sharp breath.

In the Wu Lin, achieving reversal of aging was nearly impossible.

In the past, Yu Canghai had read legends and ancient texts that spoke of how certain top-tier masters in the old Wu Lin could reverse aging.

But today's Wu Lin had weakened beyond measure compared to that bygone era.

This fact was known not only to Yu Canghai, but to all other Wu Lin masters.

And now, Yu Canghai had actually seen a Wu Lingaoshou who had reversed aging—his shock was beyond words.

Such a master, even in the past, would have been among the elite, let alone in today's world.

"Senior of the Lin family?" Lin Pingzhi was speechless.

Was this Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect so broken he was babbling nonsense?

He was Lin Zhennan's son—Lin Pingzhi.

Yet Lin Pingzhi reconsidered: just recently, he had been nothing but an escort agency heir, his martial arts mediocre, far inferior even to his own father, Lin Zhennan.

And now, in such a short time, he had become a Wu Lingaoshou.

Anyone else would never have believed it—so Yu Canghai's confusion was perfectly understandable.

"Yu Canghai, I'm not a senior of the Lin family—I'm Lin Pingzhi, the one you're looking for. Your son died by my hand. Aren't you here to avenge him?" Lin Pingzhi said calmly.

Previously, Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect had imposed immense pressure on Lin Pingzhi.

After all, according to Chen Ziyu's account, Fuxin Escort Agency had been wiped out by Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect, and Lin Pingzhi had since endured many horrific events.

Such as cultivating the Biexie Sword Manual and castrating himself.

Thinking of such a future made Lin Pingzhi's scalp tingle—he did not want that fate.

But after he had effortlessly defeated Yu Canghai just now, all pressure vanished—his destiny had clearly changed utterly.

"Lin Pingzhi." Yu Canghai's pupils contracted sharply.

Yu Canghai had never once considered this young man could be Lin Pingzhi.

To him, Lin Pingzhi was merely an ordinary rich heir.

How could he possibly possess such terrifying power?

"Impossible! How could you be Lin Pingzhi?" Yu Canghai shook his head repeatedly, clearly unable to accept this reality.

Because Yu Canghai understood one truth: if this man before him was Lin Pingzhi, then today might be his last day.

After all, he had planned to wipe out Fuxin Escort Agency precisely because his son had been killed.

Now that the perpetrator stood before him, there could be no peace between them—only mutual annihilation.

Either Lin Pingzhi died, or he did.

Originally, Yu Canghai had regarded Fuxin Escort Agency as an easy target—but Lin Pingzhi's display had turned the situation upside down.

"Whether you believe it or not, it makes no difference to me," Lin Pingzhi shook his head. "You know as well as I do: today, one of us must die."

"Impossible!" Yu Canghai roared, brandishing his sword in his left hand and unleashing the Songfeng Sword Technique, lunging toward Lin Pingzhi.

At that moment, his internal Qi surged to its absolute limit.

"Yu Canghai, your struggles are useless," Lin Pingzhi said, raising his sword and swinging.

Ripples spread from the blade, forming a cyclical force.

"Clang…"

Yu Canghai's face changed—he saw his Songfeng Sword Technique's power vanish instantly, and his body was thrown uncontrollably toward Lin Pingzhi.

"No…"

Suddenly, a silver flash crossed his vision—a chilling hint of death.

"Crushing Heart Palm…"

Yu Canghai dropped his sword; his left hand turned blood-red.

"Boom…" Yu Canghai was blasted backward again, blood spraying through the air. When he stood, staring at his left hand, his expression was grim.

A massive wound exposed bone.

In short, Yu Canghai's left hand was now nearly useless in combat.

"Biexie Sword Technique," Yu Canghai growled, staring at the calm Lin Pingzhi.

He had never imagined Lin Pingzhi's sword art could be so terrifying.

His Songfeng Sword Technique was completely suppressed—this reminded Yu Canghai of the legendary Biexie Sword Technique, with which Lin Yuantu had once dominated the entire martial arts world.

"This is not the Biexie Sword Technique—it's the Taiji Sword Technique," Lin Pingzhi said slowly.

This sword art had been granted to Lin Pingzhi by Zhang Sanfeng through the chat group.

To Zhang Sanfeng, teaching the Taiji Sword Technique was nothing.

"Whether it's the Taiji Sword Technique or the Biexie Sword Technique, I, Yu Canghai, will kill you!" Yu Canghai roared in fury, charging at Lin Pingzhi with murderous intent.

"Yu Canghai, you're a man," Lin Pingzhi said, watching him charge. "Rest assured—I'll let you die peacefully."

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi intended to kill Yu Canghai.

As Lin Pingzhi had said, when Yu Canghai came to besiege Fuxin Escort Agency, the outcome could only be mutual annihilation.

"Shiiii…"

Suddenly, Yu Canghai hurled his silver sword toward Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi raised his right hand, deflecting the incoming sword; when he looked back at Yu Canghai, his gaze froze slightly.