"Senior, it's a misunderstanding—all of it is a misunderstanding! Even if you lent us several more guts, how would we juniors dare offend your tiger's might?"
"That's right, Senior. Please show mercy. No matter what demand you make, this junior will agree to it." Seeing that even his senior brother had knelt, how could that old scholar dare stay stubborn? He wore the same servile, fawning expression.
"Hmph!" Lin Xuan felt a slight flicker of surprise at the sight. Though the immortal path was difficult, and apart from strength, one also needed the slick mentality to bend and stretch in order to turn danger into safety.
But the other party's cultivation was not low, yet the instant he saw things were going badly, he could bend his knees in servile submission without the slightest hesitation. That thickness of skin was truly rather admirable.
However, this trick would not work before him.
The more an enemy could endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, the more frightening they were. With Lin Xuan's temperament, how could he leave future trouble for himself?
A trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xuan raised his hand in a beckoning gesture.
From within his sleeve flew a great expanse of radiant haze. It spun with a whir, wind and clouds stirring, thunder rumbling, and evolved into several dozen hazy azure sword lights.
The sound of them tearing through the air joined into a single unbroken line, ringing endlessly by the ear, their momentum vast to the extreme.
The expressions of the two Confucian Sect cultivators changed wildly. Such awe, such presence—they could not even muster a single thought of resistance.
"Run!"
The young provincial graduate cried out, his voice like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, then transformed into a streak of