Lin Taichu looked up at the black-robed cultivator. The man's cultivation was at the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm, and the aura on him carried a rotting stench, as if he had cultivated some Evil Technique.
"Who are you?"
The black-robed cultivator grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Wu Xingyun, elder of the Wuming Sect of the Southern Border. I heard that the trading ground in Luofeng City was opened up by Zhao Feng under your guidance?"
Lin Taichu did not speak.
Wu Xingyun rose and walked up to Lin Taichu, looking down at him from above.
"Boy, you gave the Zhao Family a fine idea, but you also brought trouble on yourself. The Dantai Family wants Luofeng City, and my Wuming Sect wants it too. Since you can offer advice to the Zhao Family, why not offer my Wuming Sect an idea as well?"
"Not interested."
"Young man, don't be too arrogant. My Wuming Sect has operated in the Southern Border for hundreds of years. Its foundations are not something you can imagine. If you know what's good for you, you'll come back to the Southern Border with me and work for the sect. The sect won't treat you poorly. If you don't know what's good for you..."
"And what if I don't?"
Wu Xingyun reached out and slapped toward Lin Taichu's shoulder. Dense black Soul Power gathered on his palm, carrying a corrosive force.
Lin Taichu did not dodge either. His shoulder shifted slightly to the side, and he raised his palm to meet Wu Xingyun's.
The two palms collided with a muffled thud.
The smile on Wu Xingyun's face froze instantly. He felt a strange force invade his body along Lin Taichu's palm. That force carried the suppressive effect of a Restriction, making the circulation