Since Fu Cheng was dead, the two elders of the Six Consecutive Halls had no need to rescue him.
They immediately halted, staring grimly at Han Li from dozens of meters away.
"What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist?"
Han Li waved his hand, recalling the Green Brilliant Sword and casually taking Fu Cheng's storage pouch before turning to the two Core Formation cultivators opposite him and saying blandly:
"This man trespassed into my place of secluded cultivation. If I did not kill him, would that not make me someone anyone could bully?"
"..."
The black-robed elder and the burly man exchanged a glance. In a gloomy tone, they said, "Even so, his crime did not warrant death. Fellow Daoist, your methods are so ruthless. Are you not afraid of making enemies?"
"Making enemies?"
Han Li sneered. Blood-red aura burst from his body as he fixed the two of them with a cold gaze. "I am alone and without support, and I cultivate a demonic art that damages one's potential. I fear I have no hope of reaching the Nascent Soul stage in this life."
"Given such circumstances, even if I make enemies, what do I have to fear?"
"On the other hand, you two Fellow Daoists come from distinguished backgrounds and possess excellent aptitude. If you were to perish before reaching the end of your path, I fear you would die with regrets, would you not?"
The cold words entered their ears, and both Six Consecutive Halls elders' expressions changed.
Cultivators valued their lives above all else, especially Core Formation cultivators like them who came from major powers!
Compared to them, rogue demonic cultivators like the man before them were another extreme. They already had no hope of reaching the Nascent Soul stage, and their Cultivation Method had