"Alright, we will await Young Master's triumphant return at the sect," the disciples replied with nods.
Lin Taichu rose into the air and charged in another direction, where three powerful Origin Emperor Seventh Layer cultivators were besieging a woman.
He gripped a Silver Spear in his hand. Silver radiance gleamed as he thrust out streak after streak of incomparably fierce spear shadows, each one blooming with dazzling lightning and containing destructive power.
Bang, bang, bang... The spearpoint pierced through space, as swift as thunder and lightning. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated two men's heads. They let out miserable screams and fell stiffly to the ground, their auras gradually fading.
This scene made the hearts of the other two Origin Emperor Seventh Layer experts twitch violently. Their faces turned pale. Who was this fellow?
With a single move, he had instantly killed two experts of the same realm. His combat strength was comparable to that of an Origin Emperor Eighth Layer cultivator—perhaps even greater.
"Run!" The same word immediately came to both their minds. They could not remain here any longer; they had to leave. Otherwise, they too would meet their end here today.
They were fortunate to have made that decision, because just as they prepared to flee, an indifferent voice rang out. "Since you dared come here to die, how can you leave so casually?"
As the words fell, two figures shot out, one to the left and one to the right, chasing after the two Origin Emperor experts.
"Damn it!" Their expressions shifted. They had thought that by joining forces, they could deal with their opponent. Yet reality told them that they had been far too optimistic.
That man was simply too terrifying. Every attack of his carried overwhelming offensive force, and they could not