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Noon.

The Southeast Asian man lay motionless on the ground, not daring to move. Even though it's still September, the sunlight was scorching.

Wang Longhu sat in the shadow beneath the eaves, unaffected by the temperature, while this guy was miserable.

His body continually exuded hot sweat, which soaked through his hair and clothes.

A normal person couldn't withstand such intense heat. If it weren't for Wang Longhu constantly watching and keeping silent, this guy would have long since gotten up to find a cooler spot.

Slap.

Outside the ancient temple, footsteps were heard, and Wang Longhu looked up to see a sturdy old man, leisurely carrying two large jars, walking in from outside.

That flowing white hair, who else could it be but Old Lin.

"Huh?" Seeing the two people in the courtyard, Old Lin's expression froze. It was unexpected to see Wang Longhu here after not seeing him for several dozen days.

And the Southeast Asian man lying on the ground, along with the gruesome corpses in the courtyard, made Old Lin's expression solemn.

Something is amiss.

"Old Lin, you're finally back." Wang Longhu stood up and recounted all the information he extracted from the man's mouth, detail by detail.

Slap!

Hearing the matter was related to his disciples, Old Lin instantly glared furiously, placed the jars on the ground, clenched his fists angrily and exclaimed, "Those three beasts! Hide for years, and finally dare to show themselves! Well, well! Good!"

Old Lin had four disciples, one of whom he tortured in the underground cave of the ancient temple for years, practically dead.

The other three, escaping to Vietnam, lived life freely and lavishly using skills taught by their master.

This kept Old Lin's heart constantly driven by the desire for revenge.

Previously, when he offered high prices to have Wang Longhu become a Huajin Grandmaster to aid him, it showed Old Lin's wish to avenge his master.

"Old Lin, those guys wouldn't stay hidden properly. Instead, they send someone to provoke you. It seems their skills improved over the years and they're no longer afraid of you as their eldest disciple.

Now that the enemy has come knocking, you can't tolerate it anymore. What do you plan to do next?" Wang Longhu asked.

Old Lin gritted his teeth and said, "I know, but Vietnam may be small, yet the situation is very complex, with many experts. Relying solely on Dark Force, I cannot establish a foothold there, unless you become a Huajin, then I'd have the confidence to go with you to seek revenge… you."

At this, Old Lin's eyes suddenly brightened, staring incredulously at Wang Longhu, "You, could it be that you've become a Huajin Grandmaster?"

Though the thought was crazy, Old Lin couldn't think of any other reason for Wang Longhu to suddenly return from Min Province today besides this.

Thinking it through, this must be the reason; the kid achieved what he left for.

"Indeed." Wang Longhu admitted without reservation.

"This is truly… unbelievable." Old Lin was astonished and shocked, feeling emotionally complex beyond words.

Huajin Grandmaster is a dream for every martial artist. Anyone who trains for twenty years is striving for Huajin.

Even with Five Poison Sect Inner Power, Old Lin hadn't touched the threshold at his age.

But 25-year-old Wang Longhu had achieved it, so young and in such a short time.

A 25-year-old Huajin Grandmaster, even in history, few could compare with Wang Longhu.

"Old Lin, I'm ready, can accompany you anytime you see fit, all at your arrangement."

"Depart, when to depart…" Facing Wang Longhu's question, Old Lin froze for a moment without responding.

He had been waiting too long for this day, to the point where he had subconscious thoughts that it was impossible.

What kind of place is Vietnam, without the safe environment of his motherland, even a Dark Force Martial Artist going to Vietnam may fall victim to local gangs.

Not to mention his disciples had established themselves securely in Vietnam, with their own power. Old Lin going alone, he would be no match for them.

Therefore, Old Lin chose to retreat to this secluded forest, training madly day and night, hoping someday to break through to Huajin and successfully avenge.

But as time passed year by year, Old Lin realized clearly that with his talent, entering Huajin was unlikely.

The outward determination for revenge and the internal clear cognition, made him extremely divided.

So when Wang Longhu asked, he couldn't immediately react.

"Go, start now!"

Seconds later, Old Lin suddenly turned red and excitedly clenched his fists.

He had waited for decades for this day, now finally seeing hope, engaging a Huajin Grandmaster, this was the closest to revenge.

"And this guy." Wang Longhu pointed to the Southeast Asian man still lying on the ground, asking how Old Lin planned to handle him.

Just after he spoke, Old Lin leaped beside the Southeast Asian man, placing a palm on the man's head, and as his palm turned purple, the man instantly let out a piercing scream.

The veins on his face quickly turned purple, clearly infused with poison skill by Old Lin.