Like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, it could be said they had not had the slightest power to resist. What was worth rejoicing over was that not a single cultivator had fallen. Of course, that was not because their life-preserving secret arts were miraculous, but because Lin Xuan had shown mercy.
Several Spirit Division Stage cultivators would not come to pick a fight with the Talisman Ghost Sect's main headquarters for no reason at all. Behind this, there had to be someone pulling the strings.
If he did not get that person figured out, Lin Xuan would not feel at ease leaving this place. After all, this time they had merely come to make trouble for the Talisman Ghost Sect; next time, they might well scheme against the Cloud Hidden Sect's main headquarters.
If others did not offend him, he would not offend them. But since he already knew someone wanted to deal with him from the shadows, Lin Xuan naturally could not ignore it.
This attack might have been a probe. In that case, he would make them regret coming to look for trouble with him.
And the first step was naturally to clarify the identity of the mastermind. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you would never be imperiled in a hundred battles. Though it was a military stratagem, placed in the Immortal Cultivation world, it was just as applicable.
A trace of sinister ruthlessness flashed across Lin Xuan's face.
He was not a cultivator who was cruel and fond of slaughter, but toward enemies, there would absolutely be no talk of holding back.
Since they dared provoke him, they had to be prepared to fall.
Lin Xuan raised a hand, and the fatty not far beside him flew up.
Lin Xuan pointed a finger