"This guy?"
Yue'er's elegant brows lifted slightly, and killing intent faintly seeped across her peerlessly beautiful face.
The dark, skinny cultivator's face instantly went pale.
"Since you dared hurt my beloved disciple, you can go peacefully to your death!"
With a sweep of Yue'er's jade hand, ink-black Ghost Mist surged out, condensing in the blink of an eye into a skull the size of a washbasin. Ghost Fire flickered in its eyes as it pounced at that blind fool of a cultivator.
"Ancestor, save me!"
The dark, skinny cultivator was both shocked and furious. He was only at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage; how could he dare make an enemy of a Core Condensation Realm expert? Letting out a strange cry, he retreated to the side.
More than twenty zhang away from him stood a red-faced old man whose cultivation had also reached Nascent Soul Early Stage. He was the current master of the Blood Shadow Sect.
By sentiment and reason alike, he naturally ought to protect the disciples under him, but beside him, a great cultivator was still watching like a tiger eyeing its prey.
The man hesitated for a moment, then in the end made no extra move. A shrill scream entered their ears; that unlucky blind fool had already fallen.
On the faces of the Blood Shadow Sect cultivators, there was not one that did not show trembling fear.
With a flash of light, the red-faced old man had already flown over.
"Ma Yong of the Blood Shadow Sect greets Fellow Daoist. I wonder why Fellow Daoist wishes to meddle in my sect's affairs?" The red-faced old man bowed to Lin Xuan, faint terror showing on his face.
"Affairs?" A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. "I am the master of Baisuan