Fighting the ice saint of Xiao clan

"Bastard, how dare they do this?"

At this time, Linmai's patriarch Bing Linyan didn't have the composure and demeanor of the master of the lineage, and his cursing appearance was more like a local hooligan.

With red eyes and disordered breathing, he stared fixedly at the presiding elder announcing the rules in the stands.

Not only Bing Linyan, but other clansmen including Linmai also looked cold and ferocious, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging. If they didn't have a sliver of reason, they might attack them in groups and directly attack the arrogant and indifferent host. The elder made a move.

"This Lin vein is really unlucky!"

"Who says it's not? Just because of a traitor, this branch is going to be finished."

"Don't say it, don't say it, have people who haven't seen the pulse come here? Do you really want to fight these gunpowder barrels?"

"..."

The ridicule and gloating comments of others were like knives, piercing the hearts of the Linmai people one after another. The anger in their hearts burned quickly as if fuel had been added, and they wanted to completely burn the left and right. The rudder, the generation who throws stones into the well.

"The whole world is an enemy!"

Listening to the surrounding discussions without any good intentions, Xiao Han was still calm, his voice remained unchanged, and he murmured softly.

"Your Excellency Xiao Han, this time it is our Linmai who is sorry for you."

Bing Linyan said to Xiao Han apologetically:
"Why don't you withdraw from the Ice God Festival? You can't let us kill you for nothing."

Now he completely understands that these bastards have no intention of being merciful at all, they really want their lineage to die!
Even the Ice God Festival, which has lasted for thousands of years without any fluctuations, can change the rules of heads-up in the group arena to melee. What else are these guys afraid to do.

Melee?What is a melee?

It's just a fig leaf for their nearly [-] people to besiege and beat Xiao Han. Afterwards, it is natural to say that bad luck is light, and now Linmai has no possibility of appealing at all.

"Are you really going to end like this?" Xiao Han's sudden words moved Bing Linyan quite a bit, he was about to give up, and the foreign aid even planned to help them.

It's just that I really can't let others die for me!
"Your Excellency Xiao Han, forget it like this." Bing Linyan waved his hands dejectedly, his face ashen,
"The left and right are just our Linmai disbanding, the other clansmen will be fine, just the old man and I can have a good rest."

"really?"

Xiao Han's tone was playful, and the eyes he looked at Bing Linyan were somewhat meaningful.

Although there are hundreds of millions of people in the Linmai clan, as members of the same clan, after the disbandment of the Linmai clan, it is indeed possible to save a life if the clansmen are incorporated into other branches and main veins.

However, it may take several or even dozens of generations for the brand of the Rin Vein to be completely eliminated, and during this period, this brand will only bring endless pain to those who lost the protection of the Rin Vein.

Whether it is the pain of bereavement or discrimination from other branches, it is a predictable result.

As for Bing Linyan and others who were originally high-level Linmai, in Xiao Han's view, there is little hope of survival.

No one will accept them who have lost everything, and the pride of the other party will not allow them to bow their heads to their former opponents. In this way, self-destruction is the only result. …

This is the cruelty of power change!

"Uh..." Bing Linyan opened his mouth, his throat twitched a few times, but in the end he couldn't tell a completely untrue lie that had no effect.

"In short, Your Excellency Xiao Han should withdraw on his own, and our Linmai will not make it easier for them." When he said this, Bing Linyan's eyes showed a hint of determination.

Maybe their efforts can't make any changes to the results, but they have to tell everyone that they are not dough for others to knead.

"Peng!"

A palm slapped his shoulder forcefully, the decisive eyes disappeared immediately, and he looked to the side with strong doubts in his eyes.

"Your Mightiness……"

Before Bing Linyan finished speaking, Xiao Han gave him a reassuring look, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was almost overflowing,
"Since the curtain is going to end, shouldn't we prepare a gorgeous exit?"

"What do you mean?"

Bing Linyan still didn't understand what Xiao Han meant. Facing nearly two hundred Supreme Beings, including five Dzogchen Supremes and dozens of high-ranking Supremes, even facing the legendary Heavenly Supreme, he could barely delay for a while. What can Xiao Han do?
"Shouldn't the means be restricted in the melee?" Xiao Han asked with a smile.

"Each according to their ability, do their best."

"Very good." Xiao Han nodded with satisfaction, "I can't guarantee that I will be able to enter the so-called top [-] and obtain the qualification of Tianshuang Bingquan."

This is understandable, Bing Linyan listened subconsciously, and was immediately speechless by Xiao Han's shock,

"Three of 170 people, when I exit, they will have less than 50 people left."

"This is the promise of me, the Ice Saint!"

After the words fell, Xiao Han's figure suddenly disappeared in the area of ​​Linmai. When Bing Linyan recovered from the shock just now, he could only stare blankly at the back of Xiao Han walking towards the preparation area of ​​the ring.

"Patriarch, Your Excellency Xiao Han, this is..."

Seeing the figure of Xiao Han leaving, the other Linmai clansmen did not hide the latter's direction, so they also knew clearly that it was the final arena, so they couldn't help asking curiously.

There was an expectation in their hearts, could it be that the other party really has this ability?
"Bingyi, send the order down!"

Bing Linyan's eyes were gloomy, and the seeds of gratitude quickly germinated and took root in the hotbed of his heart. Watered by the heat flowing all over his body, he grew into a towering tree at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a wide crown and lush branches, and the branches shook gently.

"No matter what the outcome of this battle is, Your Excellency Xiao Han will be our most honored guest."

"It doesn't matter whether the Linmai existed at that time or not."

"This is my patriarch's last request."

"Yes." Bing Yi bowed slightly, agreed, and before turning around, looked at the figure walking towards the ring again, showing a gratified smile,

"It seems that Bing Yu has found a good teacher!"

In the public, Xiao Han's actions naturally cannot be hidden from other people on Linmai's side all the time.

"What? That Xiao Han still wants to compete?"

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Bing Lingkun, who had been drinking heavily in the lounge, was stunned, and the XL wine bottle made of Tianhanyu in his hand fell to the ground feebly.

"Yes."

"You go first." Waved his subordinates to leave, Bing Lingkun casually picked up the wine bottle on the ground, did not clean it, and continued to pour the wine, while looking at the hidden corner of the room,

"Ling Ye, can you guess what Xiao Han's intention is?"

Even a reckless man like Bing Lingkun, who is not a big brain, can easily distinguish the huge gap in combat power. Why do you have to pay for efforts that you know are fruitless?

However, with Xiao Han's choice this time, even Bing Lingye, a smart man, couldn't see the truth shrouded in the mist clearly. After thinking hard to no avail, he had to shake his head helplessly,
"Anyway, young master, please be careful and try not to take action yourself. Please remember that your opponents are only those two."

This is a necessary reminder, otherwise, the other party may really be unable to hold back their restless heart and turn this melee into a real "melee".

"I got it, I got it." Bing Lingkun waved his hands impatiently and continued to drink.

"Hey." Bing Lingye sighed helplessly in his heart, then stopped making a sound, and continued to hide in the darkness. In the silent room, only the sound of Bing Lingkun drinking.