"Don't bring this on yourself? Heh, heh..."
Ning Wangshu laughed, casting a mocking sidelong glance at the "Senior Brother Lei" from the Xuan Yin Sect. Then he said coolly, "What a fine warning not to bring this on yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wangshu's expression turned cold. He gave a disdainful snort. "What the hell are the Xuan Yin Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect? They're nothing but ants, and they dare threaten me?"
"You..."
Seeing that Ning Wangshu didn't take the Xuan Yin Sect seriously at all—not even the Heavenly Demon Sect—"Senior Brother Lei" was instantly shocked and furious.
But just as he was about to speak, Ning Wangshu gave him no chance.
He casually waved a hand.
The next moment, "Senior Brother Lei"'s words cut off abruptly.
Immediately afterward, he and the more than twenty other Xuan Yin Sect disciples silently crumbled into dust and scattered on the wind, as if they had never existed!
At the sight, Gong Shiyu and the others' pupils contracted.
They were all stunned. Looking at Ning Wangshu in disbelief, their eyes filled with terror. Then they exchanged glances and couldn't help drawing in sharp breaths.
"Sister Gong, what do you think... what level of cultivation does this senior have?"
"This... this is too outrageous! He only waved his hand, and he killed every one of those Xuan Yin Sect bastards—not even leaving their bones behind. There were three Nascent Soul experts among them!"
The young woman surnamed Liu stood with her mouth slightly agape. She drew a somewhat labored breath and spoke in a low voice, her face still filled with shock.
"Exactly. That was terrifying! I'm afraid even an ordinary Soul Departure cultivator couldn't do that, could they?" The disciple surnamed Zhao swallowed hard several times as he