Above the heavens, with Teng Ming dead, the many Alien Races immediately scattered like startled birds, fleeing in all directions.
However arrogant they had been before coming, they were now just as bedraggled.
Lin Baichuan's strength was too terrifying. It had already chilled them to the bone, and no one dared confront him head-on.
As for the higher-ups of the various races saying they would stop at nothing, they had now farted those words away.
What a joke.
Stopping at nothing depended on the timing too. Knowing full well that even staking their lives would not do a thing to Lin Baichuan, yet still foolishly rushing to fight him to the death—if that was not water in their brains, what was?
Besides, even if they truly risked their lives and perished together with Lin Baichuan, so what?
Once they were dead, everything would become meaningless.
They would get no benefits at all, and no amount of glory would be worth a fart.
"Trying to run? Have you asked the blade in my hand...?"
After Lin Baichuan slew Teng Ming, the Demon Race prodigy, with a single slash, he raised his hand and took Teng Ming's enormous corpse into the Dao Artifact Gourd.
This was the corpse of a Half-step Heavenly Position Secret Realm Teng Snake. Every inch of it was treasure.
That blood alone, if used to lay the Foundation Establishment of later generations, could produce a batch of prodigies.
Beyond that, its flesh, bones, tendons, skin, and membranes—every single part was a treasure.
"Calamity Prison Blade Realm, suppress everything for me!"
Killing intent filled Lin Baichuan's eyes. At the stirring of his will, astonishing calamity qi surged forth, containing the might to destroy heaven and earth as it blanketed the surrounding ten thousand miles at an incredible speed.
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