Lin Shuguang stood in an open space five meters from the cloaked demonic cultivators, unarmed and seemingly harmless.
Even so, none of them dared let their guard down.
The leading demonic cultivator in a black cloak fell silent. The Sword Intent emanating from him remained razor-sharp. He took something from inside his clothes and tossed it in front of Lin Shuguang. "Put the Blood Sealing Shackles on yourself."
Lin Shuguang lowered his head and looked at the handcuff-like object at his feet.
He recognized the Blood Sealing Shackles. As their name suggested, wearing them would seal his cultivation.
The corners of Lin Shuguang's mouth curved upward. "Your Divine Temple really thinks highly of me, bringing out even something like this."
As he spoke, he raised his head and discreetly swept his gaze over the unconscious Special Management Bureau members.
The black-cloaked demonic cultivator said coldly, "Put them on!"
"Just about ready."
But he suddenly heard Lin Shuguang murmur those casual words.
He froze for a moment.
He looked up.
Mr. Lin, standing before him, had once slaughtered hundreds of his Divine Temple's elites single-handedly. Even without the Slaughter Blade now, he could hardly be described as frail.
And that sentence he had just murmured... in a single instant!
A storm surged through the heart of this black-cloaked demonic cultivator, the Divine Temple deacon who had planned today's trap.
An instinct deep in his bones made him hastily dodge aside.
In the instant he darted away, he caught sight of a blood-red figure appearing among them like a phantom. The chilling scythe in the figure's hand erupted with dazzling red light.
The black-cloaked demonic cultivator, a deacon of the Divine Temple, had barely steadied himself when his eyes widened in shock and fury.
The blood-robed figure who had suddenly appeared reaped