A cold glint flashed.
With a sharp "shhk," the scar-faced man, who had no time to react, felt a pain in his neck.
He raised a hand and touched his neck, where a great deal of warm liquid kept pouring out.
"Blood."
The scar-faced man looked at the fresh blood on his hand, and his face turned pale.
Immediately afterward, he felt unable to breathe. No matter how hard he gasped, he could not make his breathing smooth.
His strength rapidly drained away. The scar-faced man staggered, unable to stand steadily, and finally collapsed face-first onto the ground.
"Bang."
Dust billowed into the air, and the eyes of the scar-faced man lying on the ground quickly dulled.
Before long, all signs of life had left his body. He stared motionlessly with his eyes wide open, his face filled with unwillingness.
"..." The scene fell utterly silent. No one had expected that this young man who had suddenly appeared could defeat a Cultivator who was about to break through to the Second-Order High Stage so quickly.
Lin Li shook the dagger in his hand, flinging off the blood clinging to it.
He raised his head and looked at Zhao Biao and the others, who were glaring furiously at him, his expression calm and unruffled.
The scar-faced man had just tried to kill Lin Li, only to be killed in retaliation by Lin Li. That was perfectly reasonable.
Next, Lin Li waited for the scar-faced man's companions to come seeking revenge, so he could send them all on their way.
However, things did not develop as Lin Li had expected. Zhao Biao, the scar-faced man's boss—the man who had been incomparably arrogant at first—did not lead his men in avenging the dead scar-faced man.
"Whew..."
Zhao Biao drew a deep breath, then