Ling Yun hooked the corners of his lips into a sneer, his body spinning as he dispatched this group of people in a lightning-fast blur.
Even if every single one of them was an Immortal Emperor, so what? They were still nothing more than scum.
Suddenly!
Ling Yun's mouth twitched, leaving him rather dumbfounded. Where was the Life Grass? Wandering around searching aimlessly? He really had itchy hands; why on earth had he gone and killed them all at once?
His divine sense had blanketed Death Island without catching sight of the Life Grass anywhere. Had Rex remembered wrongly?
Unwilling to give up, Ling Yun went to the densest forest on the island and searched for three hours.
He was angry!
Having failed to find it, a terrifying wave of energy obliterated that entire forest.
This massive commotion instantly attracted quite a few people to fly over, but by the time they arrived, there was not a trace of Ling Yun to be seen.
Ling Yun arrived at a restaurant on an island in the very center of Death Island.
Everything inside this Death Island was built much like the outside world, featuring restaurants, inns, and markets as well.
The spiritual Qi inside Death Island was abundant; even an entity with the poorest talent could easily attain the strength of an Immortal Emperor after a few thousand years of simple cultivation.
Within this Death Island, lacking the strength of an Immortal Emperor basically equated to being an ordinary person, and such individuals were frequently subjected to arbitrary oppression by those overbearing Rogue Cultivators and people from sect forces.
Ling Yun casually found a seat and sat down, then spoke directly.
"Little jerk, bring a few jugs of fine wine and some good dishes!"
The waiter didn't mind, still smiling broadly