At the sight of this, the two remaining men shuddered violently, staring at Lin Taichu in horror. They could not fathom what terrifying power had been contained within that spirit seal. Even a low-grade Spirit Weapon could not withstand it.
Lin Taichu gripped his spear and strode forward, his icy gaze sweeping over the two men as he asked indifferently, "Do you want to die?"
The two men froze in place, their hearts trembling violently as their entire bodies shook without stop. Never before had they felt so strongly that their lives were in someone else's hands.
With a single thought, life and death were decided by another.
"Don't blame me. You forced my hand," Lin Taichu said quietly. Then his aura suddenly surged, and an incomparably powerful pressure descended upon the two men.
Feeling that dreadful pressure, despair filled both their eyes, and a trace of sorrow rose in their hearts. They were destined to fall today.
The next instant, a strand of sword radiance bloomed from the void. That flash of sword light was incomparably dazzling, carrying a sharp and domineering force as it stabbed toward the two men. It was as swift as lightning, descending in the blink of an eye.
"Ah..." Heart-rending cries rang out, only to stop abruptly. The two men's bodies stiffened where they stood, their faces still bearing intense terror, their life force utterly extinguished.
Two Origin Emperor Fourth Layer Realm cultivators, dead.
At this sight, the crowd's expressions shifted continuously. Lin Taichu truly was ruthless and decisive. The moment he struck, he killed both men without the slightest hesitation.
They knew Lin Taichu was not a bloodthirsty man, and these two were not Wind Thunder Pavilion Disciples either. He had no reason to kill them. Since he had done so, he must