A trace of disdain showed in Lin Xuan's eyes, but he did stop what he was doing. These two still had their uses. He needed to pry more secrets about the Black Wind Bandits from their mouths.
The most important point among them was the location of their lair.
Although soul-searching could achieve the same result, sometimes the information might be incomplete. In any case, with a True Person leading the way, it would definitely save time and effort.
How could Lin Xuan not understand this? So he was in no hurry to wipe out the two leaders.
"You want to live."
"Yes!"
The two nodded again and again, their movements practically no different from chicks pecking at rice. If they could live, who would want to fall? Immortal cultivators, in truth, feared death far more than Mortals did.
"Good. First hand over one soul and one spirit of yours here."
Without another word, Lin Xuan tossed over two pitch-black wooden plaques.
"The Spirit Restricting Technique."
Fear filled the hearts of the two men. If they truly did that, it would be almost the same as handing their lives into the other party's hands. But with matters having reached this point, what choice did they have?
No... there was still one.
At the very least, the two men's reactions were completely different.
While the Second Leader was still hesitating, Scholar of the Sacred Hand had already moved first. His hands flew up and down, their speed enough to make one stare tongue-tied.
Sacred Hand—this nickname was not an empty title that people had called him for nothing.
This fellow had been born with an extraordinary gift. The speed at which he struck and withdrew his moves was far faster than cultivators of the same rank.
Following his movements, all sorts