With his current strength, killing cultivators of the Dongxuan Realm—or even mere Lihe-level cultivators—naturally posed not the slightest difficulty.
Of course, no matter how strong Lin Xuan was, that had still only been a casual strike. More or less, there would always be a few fish that slipped through the net, but that did not matter. The other cultivators of the Cloud Hidden Sect had already pounced after them.
The hunters had become the prey. Because of Lin Xuan's arrival, the entire situation had been completely reversed.
The Cloud Hidden Sect's morale soared. In contrast, the confidence of those foreign cultivators sank to rock bottom. Lin Xuan's strike just now had not only wiped out old monster Wu, it had utterly shattered their confidence as well.
Calling them dogs who had lost their homes would not be going too far. Faced with the Cloud Hidden Sect cultivators' encirclement and pursuit, very few dared to stop and fight. Almost all of them turned and fled. In this way, the Cloud Hidden Sect's crisis was naturally resolved, and the fish that escaped the net were few and far between.
Once again, Lin Xuan had, by his strength alone, turned the raging tide and saved the Cloud Hidden Sect from fire and water.
His prestige in the hearts of the sect's disciples had reached a point like the sun at high noon.
Half an hour later, Lin Xuan was escorted by a large group of cultivators toward the grand hall. As for the mess left behind, naturally, the cultivators below would clean it up and handle it.
"Martial Uncle, please sit."
A Robe-Clad Elder said with utmost respect. Lin Xuan naturally would not decline and directly sat down in the main seat.
Aside from him, there were more than twenty cultivators in