"Since you want to play schemes, I'll play along with you!" Lin Taichu sneered coldly.
His figure flashed, turning into a streak of light as he flew toward Ten Thousand Foot Snow Peak.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Before long, streaks of light swept over and landed around Lin Taichu.
All of them wore black robes and hoods, their faces completely obscured. Their bodies carried a thick stench of blood.
The leader was an Old Man, the strongest among them, at the peak of the Golden Core Stage!
The others were much weaker. Most were at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, and some were even only at the late or peak Qi Refining stage.
If such a team appeared elsewhere, countless factions would fight to recruit them. Yet beneath Ten Thousand Foot Snow Peak, they seemed somewhat weak.
"Is that him?" The Blood Robe Sect experts stared at Lin Taichu, killing intent gleaming in their eyes.
"You are Lin Taichu, aren't you? Hand over the Myriad Manifestation Bead and the Blood Lingzhi, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, you'll die here today," the leading Old Man said grimly.
"If you want my belongings, defeat me first!" Lin Taichu shouted coldly.
"Hmph, who do you think you are? With your strength, you're no match for us." The Old Man snorted. "Everyone, come with me. Tear him to pieces and seize his Storage Ring!"
"Yes!" The Blood Robe Sect experts responded in unison.
"Whoosh!"
A pitch-black battle spear appeared in the Old Man's hand, radiating a soul-chilling baleful aura.
"Die!" he roared, hurling the battle spear. It erupted with blazing spear light and shot toward Lin Taichu like a venomous dragon.
"Trivial trick." Lin Taichu sneered and casually slapped toward it.
"Boom!" The spear light shattered. Lin Taichu rushed forward and struck