Within Three Breaths, Those Who Remain Here Shall Die!

Above the Demon Cultivation Sea, countless cultivators clutching magical treasures hovered in place. Every face was filled with greed as they stared at the Core Formation Stage cultivator before them, who was currently wanted by the Ten Thousand Demon Hundred-Day Kill Order.

Wang Lin stared at the tens of thousands of cultivators with an indifferent expression, his cold, bone-chilling voice echoing across the entire perimeter of the Demon Cultivation Sea.

"Those who remain here within three breaths, die!"

Hearing Wang Lin's threat, the cultivators paused their movements. No one was willing to leave; after all, that was a Core Formation Stage cultivation base. If they missed this opportunity, they might not encounter such a chance again.

Seeing that the group of cultivators refused to leave, Wang Lin did not waste any more breath. Just as he prepared to move and slaughter them all, several late-stage Core Formation cultivators appeared on the scene.

"Master, these old things are the powerhouses of the Demon Cultivation Sea. If they join forces, even a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator might not be their match."

The black-clad Devil Master Shangguan Mo warned him cautiously, terrified that Wang Lin would offend these experts and end up dead.

Wang Lin glanced coldly at the few Core Formation cultivators and scoffed with disdain, "A bunch of ants. Whoever dares to come within half a step of this place, dies!"

Seeing Wang Lin so full of confidence, Shangguan Mo wisely retreated to the side, though he remained vigilant, scanning the surroundings for fear that a Nascent Soul old monster might appear in the outer sea.

Just as Wang Lin prepared to strike, the void before him was instantly torn asunder. Surging, violent energy spread outward like a tidal wave, and wherever it passed, the cultivators felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

At that very moment, Luo Chuan, dressed in white robes, stepped out. With just a single glance, he struck deep fear into the hearts of the Core Formation cultivators present.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, looking at Wang Lin, and said softly, "Is Wan'er not with you?"

The "Wan'er" he spoke of was naturally Li Muwan.

Luo Chuan had previously noticed that Li Muwan had not followed Wang Lin to the Demon Cultivation Sea, which piqued his curiosity. Had his interference caused Li Muwan and Wang Lin to never meet?

Wang Lin naturally recognized Luo Chuan. He immediately retracted his coldness, cupped his hands, and said, "Li Muwan has already been sent back to the Huofen Kingdom by this junior. Senior should go to the Luohe Sect to find her."

Hearing this, Luo Chuan nodded slightly and thought to himself, It seems Li Muwan did not come to the Demon Cultivation Sea with Wang Lin, so the plot involving her damaged origin will likely not occur.

Luo Chuan looked at Wang Lin, turned around with effortless grace, and fixed his gaze on the cultivators, his tone indifferent:

"Considering you were once a disciple of my Hengyue Sect, This Seat will help you once. Leave the Demon Cultivation Sea quickly."

Hearing these words from Senior Luo Chuan, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. If a Spirit Transformation powerhouse could help him deal with this group of cultivators, it would be the best possible outcome.

Wang Lin bowed and saluted, "Many thanks, Ancestor. This disciple is deeply grateful and will never forget this kindness."

"Hmm."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly, then, to the astonishment of everyone, took a step forward. The energy around his body erupted instantly, obliterating the nearest cultivators on the spot.

Seeing the group of cultivators still restless, a curve appeared on the corner of Luo Chuan's mouth. He spoke in a voice like thunder: "Those who remain here within three breaths, die!"

"One breath."

"Fellow Daoist, we only came today for the Ten Thousand Demon Hundred-Day Kill Order and have no desire to offend others. If you are wise, leave now, otherwise, you will surely die for offending the powerhouses of our Demon Cultivation Sea!"

"Two breaths."

Luo Chuan's voice was cold and bone-chilling, ringing in everyone's ears like a Rakshasa. Finally, someone could no longer withstand the fear in their heart and turned to flee into the distance.

The experts in the field looked at one another, sensing that the newcomer was extraordinary, and turned to leave. However, Luo Chuan let out a cold snort, "Only now thinking of leaving? Too late!"

Yet, many cultivators still charged madly toward Luo Chuan's position. But before him—

Luo Chuan raised his finger, and a blood-red bolt of divine lightning crashed down, transforming into countless dense webs of electricity that wove through the crowd, reaping the lives of the cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators who had just reacted were struck by the divine lightning. The tearing pain left them no time to react, or even to speak, and they perished on the spot.

Shangguan Mo watched the cultivators falling like rain, his heart filled with boundless terror. Killing nearly ten thousand in an instant... could it be... could this person be a Nascent Soul powerhouse!

Wang Lin replied calmly, "Not Nascent Soul, but Spirit Transformation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the black-clad Devil Master Shangguan Mo nearly wet his pants. He stumbled back two steps, unable to believe that such a young cultivator was actually a legendary Spirit Transformation old monster!

No wonder he could kill so many cultivators in an instant; he was a legendary Spirit Transformation powerhouse!

Luo Chuan raised his right hand, and the storage bags of all those cultivators were gathered into his possession. He then turned to the side, looked at Wang Lin, and said softly:

"Junior, This Seat has wiped out all the cultivators here. As for what you do next, that is your own business."

Wang Lin cupped his hands and flattered, "This disciple understands. Many thanks to the Ancestor for your help; this disciple is deeply grateful."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly and then vanished from the spot. As for whether Wang Lin would go to the Douxie Sect to seek his revenge, that would depend on his own ability.

Luo Chuan did not return to his cave dwelling or the Huofen Kingdom after leaving, but flew straight toward the inner sea of the Demon Cultivation Sea.

After all, the time he had agreed upon with Devil Master Duanmu Ji was approaching, and he wanted to obtain the Memory Inheritance of the Ancient God Tusi as soon as possible.

Luo Chuan sat cross-legged atop the Blood Qilin. With a slight movement of his fingers, he forcibly pulled Xu Liguo out from within the immortal sword.

Xu Liguo knelt on the ground in fear, sweating profusely, "Master, why did you suddenly have time to call little Xu out?"

Luo Chuan flicked his fingers, and many souls flew out from his sleeves, appearing out of thin air before Xu Liguo. His tone remained cold, "Devour these souls."

Seeing this, Xu Liguo instinctively scratched his head, looking at Luo Chuan in confusion. He did not understand what he was doing; was he not afraid that he would increase his strength by devouring souls?

Or perhaps...

This guy wanted to give him a final meal before execution!

To be safe, Xu Liguo did not rashly devour the souls. Instead, he grabbed Luo Chuan's wrist and asked cautiously, "Uh... Master, what do you mean by this?"

"One more word, and you die."