Whatever they thought inwardly, Lin Xuan and the other four naturally showed no trace of fear. In the span of a few breaths, the five Li Family Lihe Realm cultivators had arrived at their side.
The one in the lead was a bald big man, with a leopard's head and round eyes, nearly two meters tall, his face full of baleful qi. His appearance was imposing to the extreme.
As for the other four, they were all old men, though they wore robes of different colors—red, yellow, blue, and white. Their features also bore quite a few similarities; even if they were not blood brothers, they most likely shared a very close blood relation.
The bald big man was at the middle stage, while the others were all early-stage Lihe Realm cultivators.
The five swept their gazes over the nearby area and saw nothing but devastation. Not only had the pavilions and towers been razed to the ground, but none of the nearby disciples had survived. Expressions of grief and fury to the extreme could not help appearing on their faces.
"Good, good..."
The bald big man laughed from extreme anger, the expression on his face terrifying to the extreme, like an enraged wild beast about to choose someone and devour them.
"You actually dare slaughter the cultivators of our Li Family? Every last one of you is going to die!"
Before his voice had fallen, cracking and popping sounds of bones bursting entered their ears. The big man's height abruptly surged, and the muscles of his right arm bulged high, filled with such tremendous power that it seemed they would burst his arm apart.
"Ha!"
The big man threw back his head and roared, as if a clap of thunder had fallen from the nine heavens. Then he took