Chapter 159: The Weight of the Sect (2)

Lin Yuan took a half-step forward. The air around him began to warp, the temperature plummeting as he prepared to drop the Great Tortoise Breath concealment and unleash his true might.

Suddenly, a heavy, warm hand clamped down firmly on Lin Yuan's forearm.

Lin Yuan stopped, his deep purple eyes sliding sideways.

Lord Zhao Shenming had moved silently to his side. The Provincial Lord's face was grim, drawn tight with the immense stress of a ruler watching his province teeter on the edge of a war.

Do not do this, Daoist Lin, a voice echoed directly inside Lin Yuan's mind.

It was a divine sense transmission from Lord Zhao.

I know you possess the power to kill him, Lord Zhao's voice continued in his head. I know you can slaughter Patriarch Yun and erase Mu Tianyang right here on this floor. But I am begging you, as the ruler of this province, hold your hand.