Hidden Billionaire Son-in-law

This was especially true of the blood-colored aura that emanated from his body. It was as deep as a vast ocean, far more profound than the Dao grace of the Blood Ancestor's bloodline.    

    

"Gully!"    

    

As the handsome middle-aged man called out, the main hall outside slowly opened. An old man dressed in a butler's uniform slowly walked in. He knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "You are awake, my master, Lord Claude."    

    

"While I was sleeping, you urgently called for me. What is it?" Claude slowly walked out of the hall and said.    

    

His actions were ancient and elegant, like the nobles of the Middle World. Compared to him, the other nobles of the West who held power were like vulgar children.    

    

"Master, Daun and Caesar were killed!"    

    

The man dressed as a butler knelt on the ground and said softly.    

    

"Who did it? The people from the Church have come out?"    

    

Claude frowned and asked in a low voice. In the West, if the Church did not make a move, no one should be a match for Daun. Moreover, even the Church had to give the Blood Ancestor some face.    

    

It didn't matter if Caesar died, but Dao En was the descendant of an expert of the Blood Ancestor. Although that expert hadn't appeared for two hundred years, if he was still alive, he wouldn't be able to explain it to that expert.    

    

"It's not the Holy See, but an expert from the east, Lin Yin."    

    

The butler respectfully handed a document to Claude. Claude took the document, looked at it, and said with a frown.    

    

"Alright, you don't need to worry about this. I will handle it."    

    

"Yes, my master!" The butler respectfully stood behind Claude.    

    

The roars of wild beasts could be heard from the depths of the hundred thousand mountains in the southwest of Dragon Country from time to time. Many tigers and leopards had run to the periphery of the hundred thousand mountains, as if there were some terrifying wild beasts stretching out from the mountains.    

    

Not long after, someone saw an old man riding a fifty meter long giant snake, running out of the hundred thousand mountains and heading towards the sea.    

    

The ancestral land of the secret sect in the west of Dragon Country was also shrouded in Sanskrit. Golden lotuses were pouring out from the ground. Many lamas in the ancestral land knelt down and greeted their ancestor!    

    

...    

    

In Japanese, in the Elegant Great Divine Palace.    

    

Liu Shengzong sat on the top seat, with a group of disciples kneeling on the bottom seat. There were only three days left until the day of the final battle between him and Lin Yin. Currently, he had adjusted his condition to the best condition.    

    

"Teacher, are you confident in this battle?"    

    

A middle-aged warrior sitting next to Watanabe Taro asked softly.    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

Watanabe Taro grabbed the middle-aged warrior's clothes and shouted, "How can a mere Lin Yin be compared with a teacher? Teacher will win this battle!"    

    

"Let go!"    

    

Liu Sheng Zongyan said calmly. "If Lin Yin only has the strength to slash you with his sword, then he will die for sure!"    

    

Hearing Liu Sheng Zongyan's words, all the disciples smiled, especially Watanabe Taro. His smile was the most brilliant. Lin Yin had cut off one of his ears. If he had not come back in time, he would have lost his life. However, he could not take his ear back.    

    

Watanabe Taro let go of the middle-aged man's clothes and said loudly, "Master will win this battle. After Lin Yin dies, I will personally go to Dragon Country and destroy Lin Yin's entire family!"    

    

"Senior brother Watari, I will go with you!"    

    

"I will go with you!"    

    

"Lin Yin dares to insult senior brother like this. If we don't destroy his entire family, we won't be able to get rid of the hatred in our hearts!"    

    

The others all agreed. Only the middle-aged man who spoke first had a worried look on his face. He was the one who was responsible for gathering information about Lin Yin. Only he knew how terrifying Lin Yin was. Although Lin Yin was only in his twenties, he had experienced countless battles. Basically, he would win every battle. If his teacher were to let his guard down, he might suffer a great loss.    

    

"Mu Village, are you worried?"    

    

Liu Shengzong looked at the middle-aged warrior and asked with a smile.    

    

"Teacher."    

    

Mu Village lowered his head and said respectfully, "I have studied Lin Yin. He is a bit strange. Please do not let your guard down."    

    

"Haha!"    

    

Liu Sheng Zongyan looked at the middle-aged martial artist with a gratified expression and said with a smile, "I want to fight Lin Yin not because your good-for-nothing martial uncle was killed by Lin Yin. It is just that I am unable to advance in my realm now. Only by fighting a true expert can I break through myself. Even if I die in Lin Yin's hands, even if I die in his hands, a martial artist should die on the path of martial arts."    

    

The disciple that Liu Sheng Zongyan was most satisfied with was actually not the eldest disciple, Watanabe Taro, but the wooden village in front of him. Although the wooden village was slightly weaker than Watanabe Taro, it could only be considered as the middle among the warriors above the Heavenly Ranking. However, the wooden village's character was what he was most satisfied with. Only by handing over the sect to the wooden village could it be inherited from a long history.    

    

As for Quantaro, his character was indeed somewhat extreme. With him around, he could still suppress Quantaro, but once he died, Watanabe Taro would very likely lead the sect towards destruction.    

    

"Teacher, how did you die?"    

    

When Murakami heard this, he was terrified. His head was pressed tightly against the wooden board.    

    

"Mu Village!"    

    

Liu Sheng Zong Yan laughed lightly and turned his head to look at the other disciples. He solemnly said, "If I die in battle three days later, Mu Village will become the sect master of the Yi Force Sect!"    

    

"Yes!"    

    

All the disciples knelt on the ground. They were very convinced of what Liu Sheng Zongyan said. Only Watanabe Taro was lying on the floor. His eyes were filled with disbelief at first, but then they were filled with hatred.    

    

Yagyuu Zongyan looked at Watanabe Taro and chuckled. He turned around and walked towards the inner room.    

    

...    

    

Zhong Hai, Six Dragon Mountain.    

    

Lin Yin slowly opened his eyes in the secret room. As he breathed, a stream of air rushed out of his mouth. It extended for a few meters and made a tearing sound in the air, as if it had pierced through the air.    

    

The stream of white Qi lasted for a few minutes before it gradually dissipated into the air.    

    

Lin Yin slowly stood up and looked to the east. He muttered to himself.    

    

"It's time to leave. Yagyuu Zongyan, don't disappoint me!"    

    

Lin Yin pushed open the door of the secret chamber and slowly walked out.    

    

Lau Qingsi and Elder Qian, who were waiting outside, finally felt relieved when Lin Yin walked in and out. There was only one day left before the final battle. Lau Qingsi quickly went up to him and said with a lovely smile,    

    

"Lin Yin, if you still don't come out, I thought you were going to escape at the last minute!"    

    

"Qingsi, don't be rude!" Elder Qian shouted at Lau Qingsi and turned to Lin Yin. "Young Master Yin, the boat is ready. Let's go!"    

    

Although they only needed half a day to reach the Great Sun Mountain, they were still afraid that something unexpected would happen.    

    

Lin Yin nodded and said,    

    

"Let's go!"