Zhu Shan's expression darkened. "She tried to hurt my son! If I came any later than I did, my son would've gotten hurt!"
"And that gives you an excuse to kill her?"
The white-robed man was none other than An Lin, and he positioned himself firmly in front of the trembling little girl before interrogating the woman in a frosty voice.
Zhu Shan's brows furrowed, and she didn't even have a chance to speak before the boy behind her recovered from his shock and let loose an enraged roar, "A mere mortal dares to try and hurt me, the son of the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Does she not deserve to die?!"
Rumble!
A golden light flashed past An Lin's eyes, and a golden ripple swept outward. His eyes exuded boundless divine might. It was as if he were an enraged god looking down upon the little boy.