Jiang Qing unleashed the Thunderclap Palm, its raging aura rolling and surging with boundless power, more than ten times stronger than the Thunderclap Palm executed by Jiang Hong. Even Lin Tian at his prime could not contend with it, let alone now, with Lin Tian already grievously injured.
Am I going to die?
Just like this, am I really going to die?
He was filled with resentment, resenting that he could not retrieve the Pearl, that he could not protect his eldest wife's beloved treasure.
Brandishing his sword, Lin Tian was surrounded by surging anger; he hated his own weakness, hated his incompetence.
A man who can't even protect his woman's beloved possession isn't much of a man at all.
Although he was no match for Jiang Qing, Lin Tian still faced the palm print head-on, swinging his sword to strike.
He would never bow down, he preferred to die standing.
Even though he couldn't guard his eldest wife's beloved treasure, he would still fight with all his might, for her sake.