Lin Tian stopped in his tracks.

"What, ready to beg for mercy?"

He said indifferently.

The gray-robed middle-aged man's face sank as he grunted and said, "As a fellow array controller, I would like to have a talk with you."

"There's nothing I want to talk to you about."

Lin Tian Dao.

He took a step towards the front, and in his hand was an additional quasi-immortal sword, its mori light ...