Chapter 7: I Love Milfs
"What the hell...?" Lin Fan groaned, still half-buried in the shattered remains of the stone wall.
Dust and debris crumbled around him as he pushed himself free.
Shards began tumbling to the ground with muted thuds.
Lin Fan's expression was twisted with disbelief, eyes flickering with traces of anger and confusion.
He was absolutely certain his bloodline should have blocked any attack from someone in the Martial Realm or below.
It wasn't just a belief—it was fact, etched into his very soul.
And yet, the jagged imprint of the strike still burned across his nose, evidence of a reality he couldn't accept.
Slowly, Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his nose, the crimson smear stark against his pale skin.
His hands trembled slightly as he steadied himself.
'How the hell did he make me bleed!? Is this bloodline a joke!?' Lin Fan thought.
"Are you actually getting back up?" Hei Long asked, voice carrying a note of genuine surprise as he folded his arms across his chest.