Lin Heng sheathed his treasured sword again. The black mist atop the mountain still churned, spreading endlessly in every direction.
The cultivators from Anqiu Immortal City—the subordinates of the three clan heads—had all retreated to the foot of the mountain.
No one knew what had happened above!
Taking this opportunity, Lin Heng decided to give him a proper warning. He said blandly, "Clan Head Luo, you're a True Lord no matter what. You dropped to your knees faster than I could kill someone!"
"Whether within my lineage or out in the world, I, Lin Tian, have always kept an exceptionally low profile. Thus, there are scarcely any records of me across the entire Heavenly Action Continent."
"Now that I have left on a lineage mission and accidentally drifted from beyond the Star Sea to the Immortal Sea Summit, I saw Anqiu Immortal City in trouble and kindly offered a plan to save you. Is this how you repay me?"
When people killed, almost everyone found themselves a reason.
It was not necessarily because they needed to soothe their conscience; they simply did not wish to incur additional Evil Karma.
Cold sweat poured from Luo Xiaochuan's forehead. His old eyes, usually calm and composed, were filled with regret and fear.
He regretted listening to Hu Chaozong's nonsense and bringing the three of them to Seven Broken Mountain to settle Lin Heng.
He was afraid because this young man before him had casually killed two clan heads whose strength was no weaker than his own.
Not to mention those in the same realm—anyone capable of fighting above their level and defeating an opponent either crushed them in experience or crushed them in inheritance.
Cultivation realm was a measure, while cultivation arts and inheritance represented one's foundation.
Both might be Return to Void