Lin Jiuhe's efforts were naturally in vain.
Because it wasn't just Lin Shuainan who didn't fall for his tricks.
Neither Yang Fei nor Ling Feng were swayed by his tactics.
Only Lin Zhuo thought his father was formidable and felt a slight sense of relief.
However, upon hearing a curse from beside Lin Shuainan, Lin Zhuo began to panic, recalling the methods of Yang Fei and Lin Shuainan, and was greatly terrified!
"Dad, these two were the ones I was drinking with before. They also provided that cultivation technique. You were right, they are indeed up to no good!"
*Slap, slap!*
Lin Shuainan directly delivered three slaps to the back of Lin Zhuo's head!
"Did I tell you to speak? Are you trying to die?"
After delivering the slaps, Lin Shuainan began to scold Lin Zhuo, his fierce demeanor truly terrifying!
At that moment, twelve figures darted out.
And several of them had already taken their positions, clearly indicating a formation.
"Oh? Still setting up a formation here?"
Lin Shuainan raised an eyebrow.
Yang Fei didn't even glance at his surroundings.
Ling Feng, ignoring everyone else, slowly walked to the very front of the group.
At this point, Lin Jiuhe also narrowed his eyes slightly, fixing his gaze solely on Ling Feng.
Lin Jiuhe subtly raised his hand, and everyone's movements came to a halt.
"No rush! Let's talk slowly!"
Lin Jiuhe slowly put down his teacup, then said coldly to Ling Feng, "Release my son, and we can sit down and talk about whatever it is."
"I'm not accustomed to people sitting while talking to me."
Ling Feng responded lightly.
Lin Jiuhe's eyes widened slightly: "What do you mean by that? Do you want me to stand up and speak to you? Only then will you release my son?"
"Did I say I would release your son?"
Ling Feng shook his head with utter disdain.
Lin Jiuhe's expression changed drastically, then he let out a cold laugh: "Heh, what? Do you want to use my son as a hostage to negotiate terms with me? Speak, what do you want?"
"Shut up, do you know who you're talking to?"
Yang Fei rebuked, unable to hold back any longer.
This Lin Jiuhe was too much of a show-off.
Lin Shuainan certainly wouldn't indulge Lin Jiuhe either.
"Damn it, old man, do you know how to write 'die' in traditional Chinese characters? Let me tell you, there's no traditional character for 'die,' which means your son is definitely going to die today, and whether you live depends on my big brother's mood!"
*Slap!*
This time, Lin Jiuhe couldn't hold back. He slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Ling Feng and angrily shouting, "You brat, don't push your luck too far. Do you really think that by capturing my son, you can make me, Lin Jiuhe, bow down to you? Since you know I've invited experts to set up a formation, you'd best be sensible and release my son, lest after the fight, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy!"
The twelve cultivators around them released their respective auras.
The formation was already in place, and waves of terrifying pressure bore down on Ling Feng and the others.
Under the gusting wind, their clothes were slightly disheveled.
Facing all of this, Ling Feng slowly raised his hand.
Seeing this, Lin Jiuhe's lips curled into a disdainful sneer: "Hmph, that's more like it. It's not too late to know when to back down..."
"Kill!"
The next moment, Ling Feng uttered two words indifferently, directly interrupting Lin Jiuhe's words!
"What?"
Lin Jiuhe's eyes widened.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhuo was already wailing towards Yang Fei: "Ah! Don't kill me!"
"Yes!"
Yang Fei responded, and with a swift movement, he struck!
*Gurgle, gurgle!*
Lin Zhuo's head fell to the ground and rolled outwards!
Instantly, the surrounding gusts of wind completely vanished.
The twelve experts couldn't help but gasp in shock.
They never dreamed that Ling Feng and his companions would be so ruthless, killing without the slightest hesitation.
Were they all lunatics?
Didn't they know that only by keeping Lin Zhuo alive in their hands could they survive?
They had eliminated their own lifeline?
Looking at the rolling head on the ground, it seemed to find its owner and slowly rolled towards Lin Jiuhe.
It finally stopped five meters away.
However, Lin Zhuo's face was turned towards Lin Jiuhe. Lin Zhuo was clearly unwilling to die, his face filled with terror, staring intently at Lin Jiuhe opposite him.
It was as if he was questioning why Lin Jiuhe was putting on airs.
Why was he showing off in front of Lin Shuainan and the others?
The one who caused his death was his own father, Lin Jiuhe!
Lin Jiuhe's entire body trembled, his eyes turned completely bloodshot, and he roared madly: "Bastards, how dare you kill my son! I will make you all pay with your lives for my son! Kill them all!"
Following Lin Jiuhe's roar.
The twelve people around them also reacted, and they all moved at once.
But just as they were about to unleash the power of the formation.
Lin Shuainan had already flashed past, his figure like a phantom, delivering a blow to the back of everyone's heads.
Of course, the force of this blow was something even a Golden Core stage cultivator might not be able to withstand, let alone these individuals!
*Slap!*
There should have been twelve slapping sounds, but because the blows were delivered so rapidly, it sounded as if there was only a single slap!
In that instant, everyone collapsed to the ground.
The momentum of the formation that had been surging through the surroundings instantly disappeared!
"Ah! They're all dead?"
The nearby butler was so scared that he collapsed onto the ground.
Lin Jiuhe, as if seeing a ghost, circled around to the back of the table.
"You, you don't come over here!"
Lin Shuainan ignored Lin Jiuhe's terrified cries. His figure instantly appeared on top of the table.
That's right, Lin Shuainan squatted on the table like that, and with one hand, flicked Lin Jiuhe's forehead!
*Buzz!*
A buzzing sound exploded in Lin Jiuhe's head.
Lin Jiuhe's eyes widened in terror, and all he could hear was Lin Shuainan's voice.
"Heh, you old geezer, didn't you like to show off? Why aren't you showing off now?"
Lin Jiuhe's mouth gaped open, wanting to beg for mercy, but not a sound came out. He wanted to scream in terror, but not a sound came out either.
At this moment, Ling Feng's voice also emerged.
"Shuainan, stop playing!"
"Alright, Big Brother!"
Lin Shuainan jumped down from the table, but he directly lifted Lin Jiuhe onto the table!
*Clatter!*
Lin Jiuhe sprawled on the table, and his mobility was restored!
"Ah! Don't kill me, please, don't kill me. Sir, whatever you want, just say it, and I, Lin Jiuhe, will do my best to satisfy you!"
*Slap, slap!*
Lin Shuainan slapped Lin Jiuhe twice across the face!
"Nonsense, do I look like someone who lacks money? Stop the crap, speak, who are the people providing those pirated cultivation techniques in the capital? Also, who gave you the legitimate authorization? Who is uniting you guys from behind the scenes? Who is your boss?"
Lin Jiuhe was completely stunned. He never dreamed that Lin Shuainan was after these confidential matters.
What was he going to do now?