Lin Xuan radiated wisps of pressure as he walked straight through the South Heaven Gate.
This time, he had restrained his pressure to the level of a peak quasi-saint.
If he released even a little more, there wouldn't be a single survivor along the path he had taken.
The immortals of the Heavenly Court were all far too weak.
The strongest among them were merely a few Golden Immortals.
They simply couldn't withstand the pressure of a Saint.
Lin Xuan had always been a man who loved peace. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never wantonly create a killing karma.
Thus, all the way here, the cultivation pressure Lin Xuan displayed had only been that of a peak quasi-saint.
But even so.
The Heavenly Court immortals who sensed Lin Xuan's quasi-saint pressure either lost consciousness on the spot and plummeted from the clouds like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Or they simply knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.
Among these people, Lin Xuan sensed that famous Interception Sect immortal.
He was merely the White Crane Boy who attended Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
He was even inferior to the pair of Innate Spirit Cranes he had snatched—no, returned to their rightful owner.
Yet this tiny boy had several hundred Heavenly Court immortals gathered around him.
After seeing this, Lin Xuan immediately understood. These Heavenly Court immortals were certainly currying favor with Primordial Heavenly Venerate's attendant immortal boy.
He couldn't be bothered to deal with them. Instead, he headed straight toward Haotian's so-called Lingxiao Palace.
Although Haotian, as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, wasn't particularly profound in strength,
he could still sense Lin Xuan's arrival.
The pressure radiating from Lin Xuan, belonging to the level of a quasi-saint, was as conspicuous as an incandescent lamp in the night.
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