"No need for so much courtesy."
A faint smile appeared at the corners of Lin Xuan's mouth. He exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhu Qianru; meeting an old acquaintance again brought him at least some joy.
But when he turned his head and looked at the cultivators sprawled on the ground, the expression on his face darkened once more.
A mere handful of Core Condensation cultivators dared to be disrespectful to him.
Lin Xuan's nature could not quite be called one that repaid every slight, but he was absolutely no broad-minded, benevolent soul either. The cultivation world had always been the strong devouring the weak; since they had no eyes in their heads, they could not blame him for being ruthless and merciless.
When you drift through the rivers and lakes, how could you not take a blade? If one wanted to live freely in the cultivation world, one had to keep one's eyes sharp.
They even dared to flirt with his precious Yue'er. If he did not draw out their souls and refine their spirits, Lin Xuan would find it hard to swallow this anger.
"You may die now."
Ignoring the pleas for mercy from those dandies, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve. Several strands of sword light shot out, dazzling and piercing to the eye, and hacked viciously toward their heads.
"Senior, spare us!"
With Lu Wuyi at their head, the unlucky cultivators all wore looks of utter terror on their faces. Yet at this very moment, they could not move at all. The spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator was simply too terrifying.
Dazzling sprays of blood.
The sword light circled once, and several heads rolled to the ground. Afterward, Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed toward their corpses.
Several balls of light