Watching the middle-aged cultivator standing proudly before him without moving, the old man surnamed Duan from the Divine Vulture Sect was also thrown into turmoil.
If an ordinary early Core Formation cultivator had been facing him, they would surely have knelt on the ground long ago, pleading incessantly. Yet the man before him remained utterly calm. Not only was he completely unafraid, he had even dared to strike down one of the seven-level Divine Vultures he had raised for six or seven hundred years.
Such a situation made the old man surnamed Duan hesitate slightly despite himself.
"Brat, even if you possessed a method capable of reaching the heavens, don't think you can escape my grasp now. However, if you answer my questions truthfully, then in a moment of good humor, I might even let your soul leave peacefully. That isn't impossible. Speak up. Why did you kill the disciples of my Divine Vulture Sect?"
Although the old man surnamed Duan appeared utterly calm on the surface, he had his own thoughts stirring inside.
The middle-aged early Core Formation cultivator before him clearly possessed many secrets. Not only could he drive a secret flight technique for so long without showing the slightest sign of his magic power drying up, he also carried talismans capable of threatening the life of a Nascent Soul cultivator. All of this left even the old man surnamed Duan, who had lived for eight hundred years, utterly baffled.
At this moment, the old man surnamed Duan felt somewhat uneasy. Since the cultivator before him possessed so many extraordinary qualities, it was possible that his master—or the person behind him—was an extraordinary figure as well.
Although the old man surnamed Duan was a cultivator of the Divine Vulture Sect, and the sect had Great Cultivators presiding over