High above the Demon Cultivation Sea, countless cultivators clutching magical treasures hovered in place. Greed filled every face as they stared at the Core Formation cultivator wanted by the Ten Thousand Demon Hundred-Day Kill Order.
Wang Lin stared impassively at the tens of thousands of cultivators before him. His voice, cold enough to pierce to the bone, rang across the outer reaches of the Demon Cultivation Sea.
"Within three breaths, anyone still here dies!"
At Wang Lin's threat, the cultivators stopped what they were doing, but no one was willing to leave. After all, their target had Core Formation cultivation. If they missed this chance, they might not find another so easily.
Seeing that the cultivators had no intention of leaving, Wang Lin didn't waste another word. He was just about to slaughter them all when several late-stage Core Formation cultivators appeared.
"Master, those old geezers are powerful Core Formation cultivators from the Demon Cultivation Sea. If they join forces, even someone half a step into the Nascent Soul Realm might not be their match."
The black-clad Devil Lord Shangguan Mo cautioned him carefully, afraid that Wang Lin would offend these powerful cultivators and end up dead, his cultivation scattered to the winds.
Wang Lin glanced coldly at the Core Formation cultivators and gave a disdainful snort. "They're nothing but ants. Anyone who dares come even half a step closer dies!"
Seeing Wang Lin's absolute confidence, Shangguan Mo sensibly stepped aside, but remained on guard as he watched the surroundings, afraid some Nascent Soul old monster might appear from the outer sea.
Just as Wang Lin was about to act, the space before him split open. A surging torrent of energy spread outward like a storm-tossed sea, and every cultivator in its path felt an unprecedented pressure.
At that moment, Luo Chuan stepped out in a white robe. A mere glance from him filled the Core Formation cultivators present with deep fear.
With one hand behind his back, Luo Chuan looked at Wang Lin and asked softly, "Is Wan'er not with you?"
The Wan'er he meant was, of course, Li Muwan.
Luo Chuan had noticed earlier that Li Muwan hadn't followed Wang Lin to the Demon Cultivation Sea. He couldn't help wondering if his own interference had prevented Li Muwan from meeting Wang Lin.
Wang Lin recognized Luo Chuan and immediately put away his earlier hostility. He clasped his hands in greeting. "This junior already sent Li Muwan back to the Huofen Kingdom. Senior should go to the Luohe Sect to find her."
Hearing this, Luo Chuan nodded slightly and thought, It seems Li Muwan didn't come to the Demon Cultivation Sea with Wang Lin. Then the events that would have damaged her foundation later won't happen either.
Luo Chuan glanced at Wang Lin, then turned around with an easy grace, his gaze settling on the cultivators before him. His voice was detached as he said,
"Since you were once a disciple of my Hengyue Sect, I'll help you this once. Leave the Demon Cultivation Sea at once."
Hearing Senior Luo Chuan say this, Wang Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. If a Spirit Severing powerhouse could help him deal with these cultivators, all the better.
Wang Lin bowed. "Many thanks, Grand Ancestor. This disciple will remember your kindness to the end of his days."
"Mm."
Luo Chuan nodded slightly. Then, as everyone watched in stunned disbelief, he took one step forward. Energy erupted around him, instantly erasing the cultivators closest to him.
Seeing the cultivators stir restlessly, Luo Chuan's lips curled into a faint smile. Then he spoke, his voice crashing like thunder. "Within three breaths, anyone still here dies!"
"One breath."
"Fellow Daoist, we came here today only for the Ten Thousand Demon Hundred-Day Kill Order. We don't want to offend anyone else. If you know what's good for you, leave at once. Otherwise, offend the powerful cultivators of the Demon Cultivation Sea and you'll die without a doubt!"
"Two breaths."
Luo Chuan's voice was icy, ringing in everyone's ears like a rakshasa's. At last, someone couldn't withstand the fear in his heart and turned to flee into the distance.
The powerful cultivators in the crowd exchanged glances. Sensing that the newcomer was no ordinary man, they turned to leave, but Luo Chuan gave a cold snort. "Only now you decide to leave? Too late!"
Yet many cultivators still went mad and shot toward Luo Chuan.
But before they could reach him
Luo Chuan raised a finger. A blood-red bolt of Azure Thunder crashed down and spread into countless densely woven strands of lightning. They darted wildly through the crowd, reaping the lives of the cultivators.
In a mere instant, the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators who had just reacted were struck by the Azure Thunder. The tearing pain left them no time to respond—not even a chance to speak. They died on the spot, their cultivation scattered to the winds.
Shangguan Mo watched the cultivators rain down around him, his heart filled with boundless terror. "He killed nearly ten thousand in an instant. Could he... could he be a Nascent Soul powerhouse?"
Wang Lin replied calmly, "He's not at the Nascent Soul Realm. He's at the Spirit Severing Realm."
At those words, the black-clad Devil Lord Shangguan Mo nearly wet himself. He staggered back two steps, unable to believe that such a young cultivator could be a legendary Spirit Severing old monster!
No wonder he could kill so many cultivators in an instant. He was a legendary Spirit Severing powerhouse!
Luo Chuan raised his right hand, and all the cultivators' storage bags flew into his grasp. Then he turned slightly toward Wang Lin and said softly,
"Younger one, I've wiped out all the cultivators here. What you do next is your own affair."
Wang Lin clasped his hands in greeting and flattered him. "This disciple understands. Many thanks, Grand Ancestor, for your help. I'm deeply grateful."
Luo Chuan nodded slightly, then vanished from where he stood. Whether Wang Lin went to the Douxie Sect to exact his revenge was up to Wang Lin himself.
After leaving, Luo Chuan didn't return to his cave abode or the Huofen Kingdom. Instead, he flew straight toward the inner sea of the Demon Cultivation Sea.
The agreed time with Devil Lord Duanmu Ji was fast approaching, after all. He wanted to obtain Ancient God Tusi's Memory Inheritance as soon as possible.
Seated cross-legged atop the Blood Qilin's head, Luo Chuan made a small movement with his finger and forcibly pulled Xu Liguo out of the Immortal Sword.
Xu Liguo dropped to his knees in fear, drenched in sweat. "Master, what brings you to call Little Xu out all of a sudden?"
Luo Chuan moved his finger slightly. Countless souls flew out from his sleeve and appeared before Xu Liguo. His voice remained cold as he said, "Devour these souls."
Xu Liguo scratched his head without thinking, staring at Luo Chuan in confusion. He didn't understand what Luo Chuan was up to. Wasn't he afraid Xu Liguo would grow stronger by devouring souls?
Or was he...
Was this guy giving him a last meal before his execution?
To be safe, Xu Liguo still didn't dare devour the souls rashly. He grabbed Luo Chuan's wrist and asked cautiously, "Um... Master, what do you mean by this?"
"Say one more word and you die."