"Wasn't I here to kill people?" Lin Hui gave him a baffled look. "Whether I like it or hate it, none of this is by my own will."
"In that case... Temple Master Lin, could you perhaps leave this man to my Jinhong Sect to handle...?" Wu Shinan of the New Martial Alliance, who had been watching from the side for some time, forced himself to step forward.
He could tell that Bai Feihan's spirit had already shattered. If they kept fighting, he would undoubtedly die. Such an opportunity was hard to come by.
"If we can recruit an Xingdao expert as an informant, then surely..."
Wu Shinan's voice grew softer and softer. Under Lin Hui's gaze, he finally truly felt the pressure the other four had endured.
The bone-chilling terror of having every hair stand on end from merely being watched, constantly fearing that the other person might strike from some unknown angle.
From initially intending to lend a hand, to staring dumbfounded, to finally trembling with fear, Wu Shinan had gone through it all in less than two minutes.
That meant that in two minutes, of four great Inner Strength Realm experts, only Bai Feihan remained alive.
Such an outrageous record left not only Wang Hongshi and the other three speechless, but even the seasoned and worldly Wu Shinan dry-mouthed, scarcely daring to breathe.
Four Inner Strength Realm experts—two of them had even reached consummation! They were all top Martial Artists of the Outer City, on the same level as him.
Is this the terror of a peak speed-type expert?
"Sorry," Lin Hui finally replied.
"When I left this time, I said I would kill enough people—kill until no one would ever dare provoke Qingfeng Temple so casually again. So, my apologies."
"This... I wouldn't dare... Please, do