The commander held a pitch-black spear, pointing it toward the heavens. A killing aura surged into the sky, forming a terrifying vortex as boundless murderous intent swept in all directions.
Everyone was enveloped by that murderous intent, their faces pale as paper as they felt a suffocating sense of oppression.
Lin Taichu stared intently at the commander's figure, his eyes profound. Where had these people come from?
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Lin Taichu's mind, as though he had understood something. His gaze swept toward the two beautiful women as he asked, "Where are you from?"
"What, are you afraid, Young Master?" the two women mocked. They had thought Lin Taichu was arrogant, but now it seemed he was merely strong on the outside and timid as a mouse within.
Hearing the two women's words, Lin Taichu frowned and said, "I will not harm your lives. You only need to explain your origins clearly."
"We are Disciples of Thousand Snow Mountain, sent to the Lower Realm by our master to handle some private matters," one of them said proudly, her eyes lofty and full of confidence.
"Thousand Snow Mountain!"
Upon hearing those three words, Lin Taichu froze. A fragment of unfamiliar memory suddenly surfaced in his mind. Thousand Snow Immortal Pavilion was the strongest sect in Thousand Snow Mountain. Its Disciples traveled through the mortal world, searching for suitable talents to cultivate into peerless prodigies.
He had not expected the two beautiful women before him to be from Thousand Snow Immortal Pavilion. No wonder they possessed such extraordinary strength.
Lin Taichu did not press further. Since he already knew their identities, he naturally would not make things difficult for them. He said indifferently, "In that case, I will pretend I never met you. You may leave."
Hearing this, the