Courtesy before force; when reason could not be talked through, open it with fists.
The other side had come with ill intent. Lin Heng knew there were Spirit Transformation cultivators among them, and he still could not go to war with them in earnest, but that did not mean he truly could not make a move.
From beginning to end, he still had one trump card he had not used.
When that trump card was played, he feared none of these people should even think of leaving alive.
First, he would let Martial Man probe them. He also wanted to know what level the so-called "Spirit Roaming Realm" in the Martial Path system could reach when measured against the realms of the Immortal Path system.
Martial Man took one step forward. There was clearly no great aura about him, not even enough to form pressure, yet it made Master Li and the others feel an immense sense of crisis rising in their hearts, and they all retreated.
"A pack of little mongrels. Weren't you looking for trouble? Why are you backing away now? Trash like you, this old man can slap one dead with a single palm. Whoever isn't convinced can jump out and try."
Martial Man kneaded his hands together, making "crack," "crack" sounds.
"(╰_╯) Courting death!"
Someone was still enraged. A middle-aged man draped in a black windcoat formed a seal with one hand. The air before him seemed to condense into a mass, and a heart-palpitating pressure instantly spread out, forcing even the others around him to avoid its edge for the moment.
With Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation, he was plainly someone whose strength reached the heavens.
"I see you are nothing but a mere mortal, and you dare posture before this venerable one!" the middle-aged