Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to the other man's pleas for mercy. If his own physical toughness had not far surpassed that of a Demon Race cultivator of the same rank, he would have been slain by that man's sword long ago.
In the cultivation world, the weak were prey to the strong. Faced with the other party's pale excuses, how could Lin Xuan possibly soften his heart?
He merely flicked his sleeve, and a streak of azure light shot out. The Silver-Haired Elder wanted to dodge, but it was useless. That azure light was too fast; in a flash, it was before him, wrapping around his entire body. A moment later, the old man lost consciousness and toppled over.
The entire process was as swift as a rabbit springing up and a falcon swooping down. A dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was, before Lin Xuan, as weak as a newborn infant, without the slightest strength to fight back.
Strong. He was simply too strong!
The black-haired old man surnamed Situ swallowed, hesitated briefly, then chose to stay where he was and do nothing.
"You're a smart one. Why didn't you run?" Lin Xuan turned his head and spoke coldly.
"Senior must be joking. With this junior's meager cultivation, what use would running be?" the black-haired old man said with a bitter smile.
Lin Xuan nodded, then lifted his eyes and looked at the sky. After that, he turned his head again and surveyed the scenery around him.
Roar!
Without the slightest warning, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long howl.
The sound was desolate and ancient, like a dragon's cry echoing through the nine heavens.
It lingered for a long time, lasting a full meal's time before finally fading away.
Lin Xuan drew a deep