At that moment, the entire island fell silent.
Lu Yang stood in midair, lost in thought and saying nothing. The others did not even dare breathe loudly; some were so frightened that they fainted on the spot.
After all, until just moments ago, Azure Thunder Ancestor, renowned throughout the surrounding islands, had been held in the hands of this peerless fiend like a dead dog. He was a great cultivator of the Nascent Coagulation Realm—someone who would count among the Immortal Alliance's middle ranks—yet he had been utterly unable to resist.
What realm was he in?
Divine Refining? Return to Void? Merge with Dao? No one knew. But everyone understood that Lu Yang needed only a single thought to decide whether they lived or died.
"Ah."
Only after a long while did Lu Yang let out a deep sigh. The thoughts running through the minds of the mortals below could not escape him; he saw them all clearly.
"It's hard to be a good person."
"This time, I clearly wanted to be a good person. Yet because of one tiny accident, I've become a great devil who wipes out entire clans at the drop of a hat again."
Thinking of this, Lu Yang glanced once more at Azure Thunder Ancestor in his hand.
"It's all your fault!"
He had planned it all perfectly. He would casually kill a few Qi Refining cultivators to display his strength, then have a nice talk with the Foundation Casting True Persons, with everyone giving each other some face.
That way, he could make a name for himself overseas as a charitable man and timely rain. He could also preserve the "Golden Core sect," which would surely bring considerable benefits afterward. He could even consider playing a self-inflicted suffering ruse, making the "Golden Core sect"