Chapter 893: 893. Chapter 891: A Sense of Déjà Vu

893. Chapter 891: A Sense of Déjà Vu

"Ah! This..."

Jiang Lin's mind and spirit shuddered violently, scared until his face turned deathly pale.

In the void above, a black-clad man stood suspended, his whole body radiating a terrifying killing intent.

"Hiss! How could it be him?"

"Not good!"

Jiang Lin and Liu Wenyuan drew a sharp breath, their faces turning extremely grim.

The black-clothed man before them was no stranger—it was Lu Yuan, who had once slain the Third and Second Princes!

In that battle years ago, he personally took part in the siege against Lu Yuan.

As a result, Lu Yuan instead fought his way into the imperial palace and slew three members of the imperial lineage, nearly causing a great disaster.

He had kept this matter very secret, but he never expected that the other side would uncover his identity.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath, his thoughts churning uncontrollably in his mind, his heart filled with shock and worry.

On the other side, upon seeing Lu Yuan appear, Liu Wenyuan let out a long sigh of relief.

Although Lu Yuan is strong, he has not yet reached the peak, and compared to them he still cannot match them.

"Who are you, daring to meddle in the private affairs of my Jiang kingdom's royal family?" Jiang Lin's face darkened as he coldly rebuked.

Lu Yuan slowly turned his body, glanced at Jiang Lin with a faint nod, and a hint of contempt curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Lin, I hope you've been well."

Jiang Lin's eyes narrowed, his heart secretly startled! Since Lu Yuan knows him, he must not be a stranger martial artist.

This made him even more vigilant! "Kid! Report your name!" Liu Wenyuan snarled through gritted teeth, his face extremely ferocious.

Lu Yuan smiled leisurely: "I go about without changing my name, I sit without altering my surname—Lu Yuan!"

Boom! As his words fell, a vast surge of spiritual power erupted like a rushing flood, sweeping in all directions! "Lu Yuan? Why does that name feel so familiar?"

Jiang Lin's eyes narrowed to slits, his pupils revealing a deep sense of apprehension.

He racked his brain searching for any memory of Lu Yuan, but found nothing at all.

He only felt that Lu Yuan gave off an extremely dangerous aura, even his heart pounding wildly! Boom! Lu Yuan thrust out a palm, his powerful spiritual power condensing into a massive palm imprint that shot forward at high speed.

"Damn it!" Jiang Lin cursed, quickly launching a counterattack! Bang! Two massive forces collided in midair, kicking up a terrifying shockwave that made the entire forest tremble.

Jiang Lin grunted, instantly shoved back several steps, his face turning deathly pale! Meanwhile Lu Yuan stood firm, unmoving, his mere aura overwhelming the opponent! "How could this be?" Jiang Lin widened his eyes, his heart filled with dread! He never imagined he would be completely no match for Lu Yuan.

Moreover, from what he could see, Lu Yuan hadn't even used his full strength!

"Lu... Lu Yuan! What exactly do you want?" Jiang Lin forced himself to steady his stance, roaring with eyes about to burst.

Lu Yuan's mouth curled with a cold smile, icy light flashing in his eyes, his voice freezing and bone-chilling.

"What do you say?"

As soon as his words fell, Lu Yuan leapt forward and lunged at Jiang Lin.

Boom—!

A fierce gust swept over, and Jiang Lin felt a towering pressure bearing down on him, almost suffocating.

"No!" Jiang Lin's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror.

He never expected Lu Yuan's strength to be so overwhelming.

He had merely hesitated a moment when Lu Yuan's attack descended.

Bang! In the muffled explosion, Jiang Lin let out a miserable cry and instantly fell into unconsciousness.

"Young master!"

"Don't!"

Seeing Jiang Lin injured, Liu Wenyuan and several servants flew into a rage.

Boom! Beside Jiang Lin, the old servant suddenly burst forth with a ferocious aura, fiercely striking at Lu Yuan. However, Lu Yuan merely gave a cold smile and his right fist shot out.

Boom—crack!

In a muffled blast, the old servant was instantly blown to pieces, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky!

"Damn it!" Gazing at the dead servant, Jiang Lin's mind and spirit shook violently, a deep fear welling up inside him.

Jiang Lin never expected that the elderly steward he had brought, a renowned expert, would be reduced to pulp by Lu Yuan's casual strike!

Such a gap is truly enormous!

"What? Still not going to run?" Lu Yuan slightly shook his head, saying with a cold smile.

"Run?" Jiang Lin's eyes twitched, a deep sense of humiliation rising on his face.

After all, he is still a prince of the Jiang kingdom; if he were to abandon Liu Wenyuan and flee alone today, would he still be able to stand in the Jiang kingdom when word got out? Moreover, his reason had been clouded by hatred—how could he just give up?

Boom! After coming to his senses, Jiang Lin's aura surged wildly, a dazzling blue light swelling around him and emanating a formidable presence!

"Huh?" Lu Yuan's brows rose slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This was the blue-water body-protecting spiritual power he had condensed after years of cultivation, his most proud technique and his strongest trump card.

But he never imagined that, as a prince of the Jiang kingdom, Jiang Lin could also cultivate it successfully!

Hehe, Jiang Lin, didn't expect that? I also managed to comprehend this 'Blue Water' technique!

Liu Wenyuan's mouth held a faint strange smile as he coldly stared at Jiang Lin.

"Blue Water technique!" Jiang Lin exclaimed in shock upon hearing it.

As far as he knew, the Blue Water technique was extremely rare, existing only in some sects and forces.

Even those major sects could hardly have a copy for each person.

As a member of the royal nobility, Liu Wenyuan could hardly possess such a precious resource.

"You... how could you have the Blue Water technique?" Jiang Lin's eyes twitched, a sudden uneasy premonition rising in his heart.

Liu Wenyuan shook his head and sighed: "Ah! Actually, I had long guessed your true identity; otherwise, how could I have helped you deal with Chu Yun?"

Jiang Lin frowned tightly, feeling greatly puzzled.

Lu Yuan, standing nearby, also twitched at the corner of his eye upon hearing this, unable to help but glance at Liu Wenyuan again.

"No wonder..." Lu Yuan suddenly understood why he had repeatedly chased and tried to kill Chu Yun, yet Liu Wenyuan always managed to rescue her just in time and let her escape safely.

"Hmph! Do you think this guarantees your victory? Utterly foolish!"

Having heard Liu Wenyuan's words, Jiang Lin instead calmed down, a grim cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh?" Liu Wenyuan raised his eyebrows, a flicker of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"You don't need to pretend; in fact, this plan of yours from start to finish is nothing but a trap!"

"Oh? Do tell!" Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, asking with keen interest.

Jiang Lin gave a cold smile, his eyes filling with intense contempt.

"Hmph! Chu Yun is my own sister; how could I possibly harm her?"

"What? You mean... this is a conspiracy!" Lu Yuan furrowed his brows, his expression instantly turning grim.

He had indeed previously suspected Chu Yun's background, but due to certain misgivings about the Jiang imperial clan, he had never gone to verify it.

Now that Jiang Lin brought it up himself, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.

"Cut the nonsense; since you know I'm an impostor, you should also know I have backing behind me."

Jiang Lin stared coldly at the other party, his eyes flashing with a threatening sharpness.

Lu Yuan shook his head and sneered: "I do indeed have some misgivings about the forces behind you, but your backing probably has no chance to act now." (End of chapter)