The next moment, the surging cultivation auras around the middle-aged fat cultivator and the scruffy old beggar rapidly withered, like punctured skins.
In merely two or three breaths, the pressure of their late stage True Immortal cultivation plummeted all the way to the Mahayana stage!
The change came too suddenly and too strangely. Even the experienced old woman stood frozen in place.
Only Zhang Tie remained as calm as the deep waters of a frigid pool, his expression utterly unruffled.
With a light flick of his sleeve, the sandglass hanging in midair and flowing with hazy golden radiance turned into a streak of light and vanished into his palm. Then he spoke coldly, his voice low yet carrying decisive killing intent:
"Kill them."
Those three words struck like ice picks hitting the ground.
The old woman shuddered and snapped out of her shock. What followed was wild delight.
If she had faced two late stage True Immortals at their peak, she knew her odds of victory would have been slim. Even if she could hold them off, the outcome would hardly have been favorable. But these two had somehow fallen to the Mahayana stage... They were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter!
"This junior obeys Senior's decree!"
She gave a sharp cry. Her gaunt body did not appear to move, yet the blood-red banner in her hand had already begun to flap without wind. The twisted ghostly figures on its surface seemed to catch the scent of blood, letting out soundless shrieks.
At that moment, the fat middle-aged man and the old beggar were terrified out of their wits. Their inexplicable collapse in cultivation had scared their souls from their bodies, but their instinct to survive remained.
The fat man's fleshy face twitched as one pudgy hand hurriedly reached for