Chapter 626 (2/2)

You killed my grandfather?”

Yuan Bo seemed somewhat anxious and quickly spoke:

“Yanguang…”

“Don’t listen to their nonsense.

We are family, how could I possibly kill your grandfather?”

Seeing Yuan Bo’s demeanor, Lin Jing immediately understood that Yuan Bo must be hiding something.

Therefore, Lin Jing smiled faintly and then said to the cultivator named Yanguang:

“Whether he killed or not, you can simply ask and find out for yourself…”

As he spoke, Lin Jing directly stimulated his Divine Sense, rushing towards Yuan Bo’s sea of consciousness.

The gap between Yuan Bo and Lin Jing was so vast that as Lin Jing’s Divine Sense broke into Yuan Bo’s sea of consciousness, it instantly shattered his mental defenses.

However, Lin Jing did not subject him to a Soul Search, nor was it necessary.

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Lin Jing merely suppressed his Spiritual Sense, rendering him unable to control his own actions.

Put simply, Yuan Bo’s Spiritual Sense being suppressed, he instantly entered a stupefied state wherein he would unhesitatingly answer any question posed to him.

And these answers would be absolutely truthful.

This method was seldom used because it only worked when the disparity between the two parties was especially great.

Otherwise, it was highly likely to backfire.

Yuan Bo’s eyes immediately became lifeless, betraying a vacant expression.

Lin Jing then said to the cultivator named Yanguang:

“Alright…”

“You can ask whatever you want now…”

No sooner had Lin Jing’s words fell than the cultivator who was injured by the Flying Sword couldn’t help but speak out:

“Li Yanguang, you…”

However, before he could finish, he felt an overwhelming pressure, so suffocating that he was forced to look toward Lin Jing and met his gaze.

He only felt a “buzz” in his head, as if it had exploded, causing him to immediately lose focus.

After that, there were no more interruptions.

The cultivator named Li Yanguang looked at Yuan Bo, hesitating for a moment before raising his head with a determined gaze.

“Was my grandfather really killed by you?”

Yuan Bo, with his eyes blank, reacted nonetheless upon hearing the voice.

Only to see Yuan Bo tilt his head in confusion, then slowly began to speak, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

“Your grandfather…who is he…”

“Li Yeming, your uncle…” Li Yanguang spoke again, adding:

“Li Yeming…?”

“Uncle?”

Yuan Bo seemed confused for a moment, then he responded:

“Yes…”

“I killed him…”

Upon hearing Yuan Bo admit it himself, Li Yanguang became overwhelmed with anger.

Just as he was about to lash out, he forcibly held back.

Li Yanguang closed his eyes, steadying his turbulent emotions, and then opened them again to ask:

“Wasn’t Li Yeming your uncle?

Why would you kill him?”

“Didn’t he treat you well?”

After hearing this, Yuan Bo immediately responded:

“Well…”

“Of course, well…”

And then, Yuan Bo seemed to sink into memory, talking to himself: