"Kid, your recording is technically synthesized, it's fake."
After a moment of shock, Lin Nianfo's face regained its usual confident demeanor. He calmly shouted at Shen Lang, "Little one, your recording is technically synthesized, it's fake."
Without waiting for Shen Lang to speak, he cupped his hands to the guests and announced, "Everyone, this person was sent by my Lin family's enemies. His recording is fake. I hope you will not believe him."
Lin Nianfo knew that after today, the Lin family would face immense difficulties in Nanling.
However, as long as he could kill Shen Lang, the culprit, and destroy the recording in Shen Lang's possession.
Then, all evidence would disappear.
And without evidence, Lin Nianfo could say whatever he pleased.
After all, truth was sometimes held by the minority.
Hearing Lin Nianfo's words, the guests present scoffed.
Lin Nianfo, Lin Nianfo, did you really take everyone present for an idiot?
Is the recording real or fake, do none of these people present have the ability to discern?
However, until everything was settled, the guests would not speak out.
After all, they were still on Lin family territory, and no one knew what the Lin family would do if they were pushed to desperation.
Therefore, everyone watched silently, waiting for the situation to develop.
"This bumpkin doesn't seem so much of a bumpkin after all."
Among the crowd, if there was one person whose reaction differed from the others, it was the girl in white.
Before Shen Lang played the recording, the girl in white's attitude towards Shen Lang was one of disdain and disgust.
But after Shen Lang played the recording, when the girl in white looked at Shen Lang, her eyes clearly showed a hint of admiration.
For some reason, at this moment, she didn't find Shen Lang as repulsive.
Wang Yunchuan smiled and said, "Girl, don't be surprised, because he will bring you more surprises in the future."
"In the future?"
Hearing her grandfather's words, the girl in white was displeased and asked, "He exposed the Lin family's crimes in front of everyone today. The Lin family wishes they could tear him to pieces. Will he even have a future?"
Although she had a slight admiration for Shen Lang, her mind was very clear.
Shen Lang exposing the Lin family's crimes was like stabbing them in the heart. It would be strange if the Lin family allowed Shen Lang to live.
Wang Yunchuan did not argue with his granddaughter's doubts, but simply said with a smile, "Remember our bet."
"Hmph, I'll remember it. I don't believe I'll lose."
The girl in white pouted, looking adorable, and said, "I still believe this brat is going to die today."
"Hmph, bumpkin, he had the evidence of the Lin family's crimes, and he could have handed it over to the Martial Guard Department for them to punish the Lin family. Instead, he wanted to play the hero alone, isn't that seeking death?"
As she spoke, the girl in white's disdain for Shen Lang resurfaced.
Although he could be briefly impressive, a bumpkin was a bumpkin at heart, and his strategy was ultimately insufficient.
"It seems I have to make a move after all."
Unlike the girl in white's attitude, Ye Shishi's expression became serious after her shock.
Indeed, Ye Shishi was now worried about Shen Lang.
Shen Lang had exposed the Lin family's heinous crimes hidden beneath their gleaming facade. The Lin family would absolutely not let Shen Lang leave alive.
In order for Shen Lang to treat her illness, Ye Shishi had to do something.
The Lin family could be annihilated, all members of the Lin family, including her own sister Ye Zhiqiu, could be imprisoned, or even sent to the execution ground.
But Shen Lang must not die.
Thinking of this, Ye Shishi took out her phone and sent a message to her best friend.
"Shen Lang, you scoundrel, I've done everything I can for you. I hope you can stay alive until reinforcements arrive."
Ye Shishi looked at Shen Lang on the stage and sighed.
"Where is Can Dao?"
At the same moment Ye Shishi sighed, Lin Nianfo looked up and shouted sternly, his voice laced with anger, hoarse and strained.
"Can Dao is here."
As Lin Nianfo's voice fell, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop to sub-zero. Everyone present felt a chill.
Then, a man dressed in black, holding a black saber, with a face as pale as paper, a beard covering his face, and a disheveled appearance, appeared before Lin Nianfo.
"Can Dao?"
Seeing the man before him, the other guests felt an indescribable sense of danger and fear. Ye Shishi's eyes widened in panic.
Ye Shishi never expected that at such a critical moment, Lin Nianfo would summon Can Dao.
"What?"
"He is Can Dao?"
Hearing Ye Shishi's words, everyone else present turned pale with shock, and fear spread from their hearts to their entire bodies.
The crippled man, the crippled saber.
Can Dao, the Lin family's foremost expert, his martial prowess was simply indescribable.
Legend had it that this man had followed Lin Nianfo for twenty years. Every time Lin Nianfo was in danger, it was thanks to him that he survived.
The most terrifying incident was eight years ago, when Lin Nianfo was pursued by seven peak Yellow Realm experts. Can Dao, with just one strike, killed all seven of them.
Eight years have passed, and no one present knew how terrifying Can Dao had become.
But people like him would only become more terrifying. Shen Lang was likely doomed today.
"Old Mr. Tang, how does he compare to you?"
Yang Ce's face paled, and he spoke to the black-clothed elder beside him.
"This person is very terrifying, very terrifying, very terrifying."
The black-clothed elder's face was grave as he uttered "very terrifying" three times.
Hearing this, Yang Ce was shocked. He had known Old Mr. Tang for ten years and thought he was the strongest person in the world. He never expected to hear such high praise from him for someone.
At this moment, the black-clothed elder continued, "My Lord, if it were a contest of martial arts, I might not even be able to withstand a single blow from him."
"However, if it were a fight to the death, with all my hidden weapons and poisons unleashed, I would have at least a thirty percent chance of escaping."
"What?"
"Only thirty percent?"
Hearing the black-clothed elder's words, Yang Ce looked incredulous and said, "You're willing to fight to the death and unleash all your hidden weapons and poisons, yet you only have a thirty percent chance of escape? How is that possible?"
Yang Ce had witnessed the terrifying martial power of Old Mr. Tang, especially his hidden weapons and poisons. Yang Ce believed that no one in this world could withstand them.
He simply couldn't believe that Old Mr. Tang said that with a fight to the death and the release of all his hidden weapons and poisons, he only had a thirty percent chance of escape.
Yes, not to win, but merely to escape.
Yang Ce stared intently at Can Dao, his mind filled with questions: just how terrifying was this person?
"Hundreds of people couldn't kill one person. Such a waste. Die."
As Yang Ce and the crowd were filled with curiosity, Can Dao's gaze fell upon the hundreds of former Lin family subordinates who had fallen to poison, and he let out a cold roar.
As the words fell, Can Dao drew his black saber.
After a flash of cold light, all the former Lin family subordinates had a bloodstain across their throats.