The strength Li Chang'an showed to the outside world was not particularly high.
The Fourth Layer of Qi Condensation.
And a Mid-grade First Tier Talisman Master.
This level of strength was decent enough in normal times.
But now...
Rogue Cultivators were everywhere.
Kill one batch and another batch came; there was simply no end to them.
The Talismans he had accumulated would be used up sooner or later, and in the end he would have no choice but to rely on his own cultivation to kill enemies.
"His cultivation is even worse than this old man's. I'm afraid he won't last long."
Luo Kun sighed.
He was badly injured and could not help Li Chang'an at all.
Those Rogue Cultivators had already spotted Li Chang'an, and their eyes lit up one after another.
"Heh heh, there's actually an unexpected harvest. For this kid to live in a place like this, he must be a fat sheep!"
"Attack together! Slaughter him!"
The Rogue Cultivators wore savage grins, their eyes cruel.
It was as if they could already see the scene of Li Chang'an dying at their hands.
But in the next instant—
An invisible sharp blade swept past.
"Hiss!"
One man's head flew up on the spot, blood gushing from his neck like a spring.
The headless corpse still charged forward a few steps before finally pitching to the ground.
"Not good!"
The faces of the others changed drastically, and they hurriedly retreated.
But before they could withdraw from the courtyard...
Countless invisible blades emerged from the surrounding void, like a deadly net covering heaven and earth, piercing through their bodies in an instant.
A moment later.
These men had become chunks of minced flesh across the ground.
"With cultivation this little, you still learned from others and became Rogue Cultivators?"