I paid no attention to the dozen or so Dao Third Realm cultivators who had caught up, because they already dared not take even one more step forward. So I chose to keep walking!
The road ahead was destined to be strewn with obstacles. Some even harbored sinister intentions. They thought that at worst, they would simply be killed and then leave as spirits, becoming hale and hearty men again after a few months. Even if I lost and the City Lord remained the City Lord, they would be valued for their loyalty this time and receive important appointments.
"How dare you bully my young master! This old man will destroy you!" Another sinister-looking old minister charged out, the great saber in his hands whipping up a fierce wind. In an instant, he reached me!
I swung my longsword, and power erupted from within outward, arriving in the blink of an eye. The old man was blasted by the violent corruptive force and could not even get close. When the sword arrived, he could not even change his expression!
Boom! Along with his body and the roof, a huge hole was blasted open in an instant. His spirit immediately tried to flee, but without the slightest suspense, I seized it in my hand. Then I tore open the space of the Six Paths of Reincarnation with ghost-path sorcery and forcibly shoved the old man down!
This sight left every immortal cultivator dumbstruck, and they hurriedly retreated!
Who would still dare to fly over here seeking death? They would most likely have to be remade in the furnace! Ascended immortals likewise felt that cultivation was no easy matter. On top of that, they faced even greater pressure from their limited lifespans. If they were remade in the furnace, it meant another