With a single slash, every person who had been tracking him was annihilated, not one left alive.
Lin Changqing remained utterly calm, as though he had not killed dozens of people, but merely a herd of pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep.
With a casual wave of his hand, the murderous aura and bloody smell filling heaven and earth instantly dispersed. Then, a pavilion appeared before him. This pavilion was not a spirit treasure; it did not even qualify as a Dao artifact or a treasured artifact. It had simply been conjured out of thin air by Lin Changqing in an instant through Void Creation.
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Fifth-Tier Saint Realm, Void Creation.
So-called creation could only create dead things—things without consciousness—not living beings. Otherwise, it would not be creation, but the realm of creation and transformation.
That realm was still exceedingly distant from the current Lin Changqing. Let alone Saints, even Great Saints and Ancient Saints could not possibly comprehend creation and transformation. That was the supreme Great Dao Rules, the most profound and unfathomable Dao.
It was not something Lin Changqing could covet at present.
With a thought, Lin Changqing stepped into the pavilion. He then brewed tea for himself, looking utterly relaxed and at ease.
He had no intention of leaving just like that. Instead, he was waiting for the forces behind those five groups to send someone over. They had dared set their sights on him—if he did not make them pay today, then he would not be Lin Changqing.
Fortunately, those people did not keep him waiting long. After about the time it took an incense stick to burn—
Whoosh! Whoosh...
At the far end of the horizon, figures immediately transformed into