Xie Wutao lay dead in the woods.
At that moment, all was silent.
Lin Shuguang's ruthless methods had finally shown these members, who coveted the Wuji Sect's prestige, just how dangerous the world could be.
Drenched in sweat, they huddled together. "We're members of the Wuji Sect! If you kill us, our Sect Master will never let you off... Our Wuji Sect always avenges a grudge. I'm warning you, don't try anything!"
Xie Wutao's death had left a deep psychological scar on them. It wasn't that they didn't want to flee; under Lin Shuguang's brutality, their legs had simply gone weak.
This was fear born of bodily instinct, not some deliberately feigned ploy to stay alive.
But to Lin Shuguang, these blustering threats were no different from hot air... Countless people had died beneath his saber along the way.
There had been countless people who voiced their unwillingness to die, begged for mercy, or were foolish enough, like these men, to think a few harsh words would make him put down his blade.
In truth, however, Lin Shuguang had never entertained the foolish idea of letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Amid a howling, vicious wind, the flashing saber swept down mercilessly.
Several heads flew high, and columns of blood shot skyward.
The farce was over!
Lin Shuguang put away his saber and vanished into the woods without so much as looking at the bodies.
A dozen or so breaths later, several figures appeared in this stretch of forest.
Their expressions shifted slightly at the sight of bodies strewn across the ground.
"What ruthless methods."
A middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly as he surveyed the deep craters scattered everywhere. Pools of blood had collected inside them, and the headless corpses made for an even more jarring sight.
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