Lin Xuan did not waste words with him. A mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator—since he wanted to court death, Lin Xuan would simply grant his wish.
In any case, one glance told him this fellow was no decent soul. Destroying him could be counted as doing justice on behalf of Heaven.
Lin Xuan was not a cultivator who delighted in cruelty and slaughter, but since someone did not know whether he was dead or alive, there was no need to show mercy.
There were so many people here anyway. Getting rid of this fellow would not affect his ability to ask around and clarify the news in the slightest.
On the contrary, it would have the effect of establishing his might.
It could be called killing two birds with one stone.
At that thought, Lin Xuan hesitated no longer. He raised his right hand and pointed forward.
The motion seemed slow but was in truth swift, yet it carried not the slightest air of smoke or fire.
The onlookers were even somewhat puzzled, but Old Monster Chihuo, as the one directly involved, had his expression change drastically.
He swept his sleeves again and again, and several Dharma Treasures in succession shot out from within them, shielding him completely.
The entire process happened like a hare bolting and a falcon stooping; this old monster's reaction could be considered fast enough.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
A bang entered their ears, and Old Monster Chihuo exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The dozen or so treasures he had summoned likewise shattered inch by inch.
Hiss...
The sound of sharply drawn breaths entered their ears. The surrounding cultivators all turned pale. If before it had only been a guess, then now they could be one hundred percent certain.
The fellow before them was absolutely