"Senior Brother Xu, I can't hold it in anymore," Junior Brother Wang, who was traveling with Xu Xia, said in a deep voice. The expression on his face showed that the fury in his heart had become unbearable.
Xu Xia said nothing. He had entered the Immortal path long ago, yet seeing such suffering in the mortal world once more made his immortal heart, long untouched by worldly dust, stir again.
Seeing Xu Xia remain silent, Junior Brother Wang finally decided not to endure any longer. He loosely clenched his left hand, and a faintly visible glow of spiritual light emerged from his palm.
As an immortal cultivator, even a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage could easily slaughter everyone in the gambling den. To him, it was no problem at all.
But Xu Xia quickly reacted. He grabbed the junior brother beside him and shook his head, saying softly, "Junior Brother Wang, do not act rashly!"
"Do not forget the sect rules! Casting spells in public and harming mortals here would violate the sect rules!"
Yet Junior Brother Wang did not disperse the Spiritual Power gathered in his palm. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he said coldly:
"This place is a hundred and eight thousand li from the sect. So what if I kill him?"
"Besides, if I act, no one will ever notice!"
Xu Xia still shook his head firmly. "No. Leaving aside whether such conduct is right, think about it. If a mortal family loses its pillar, how good can their fate possibly be?"
"This man is addicted to gambling as if it were his life, but his crimes do not warrant death."
Upon hearing these words, Junior Brother Wang frowned tightly. Still, he ultimately dispersed the Spiritual Power gathered in his palm.
"Then what