Outside the temple, the blood path leading to the palace was covered in the remains of nearly 1,000 people. The people looked at the palace with fear.

When Wang Lin stepped into the palace, the Ancient Dao Emperor’s face turned pale. He subconsciously retreated a few steps and stared at Wang Lin.

“Wang Lin, if I die this, woman will die! Do you dare to kill me!? I have the protection of Grand Empyrean Gu Dao, no one in this world can kill the ancient emperors!!”

Wang Lin ignored the Ancient Dao Emperor and also ignored the equally gloomy father of the Emperor. He only looked at Song Zhi. Looking at this woman that gave him a familiar feeling that made his madness soften. He walked toward the aura he had been chasing for thousands of years.

But just at this moment, shadows appeared before Wang Lin. They were like smoke and they charged at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin seemed to turn a blind eye to them. In his eyes, only Song Zhi existed. As he walked forward, popping sounds echoed and the figures...