Better to kill the wrong man than let one slip through. In any case, he had no connection to the Holy City whatsoever. Lin Xuan naturally would not, for a moment's softheartedness, throw himself and the Hundred Herb Sect into unpredictable danger.
One instant everything had clearly been fine; the next, he had erupted into sudden violence. His face had turned so quickly that no one had any time to react, and the faces of the Holy City cultivators all changed drastically.
"Senior, show mercy!"
The old man in the black robe was so frightened his face had lost all color. How could he possibly stand against a cultivator of the Lihe Realm?
He was dead!
His eyes were filled with despair. Yet even ants still clung to life. Though he knew perfectly well he was no match, how could he be willing to sit and await death?
While loudly begging for mercy, he flicked his sleeve, and a vast expanse of pink demonic qi swept out from within it. In the blink of an eye, it blotted out half the sky, its momentum looking rather impressive.
Roar!
From deep within that mist came a furious bellow, as if some monster were hidden inside it.
Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to it. He lightly pointed a finger, and at once, Sword Qi filled the sky like a storm of wind and rain, stabbing madly toward the other side.
"Ah!"
Shrill screams entered the ear one after another. Whether it was the old man in the black robe or the other Core Condensation Realm cultivators, though there were differences in their cultivation, in Lin Xuan's eyes they were all nothing more than ants. Sword light fell in disarray like rain, and these people's heads and bodies parted, without the slightest