The five Gold Core cultivators were all dead.
Everyone on Island Mountain was frightened out of their wits.
No one knew who it was, but someone suddenly screamed, then ran madly up Island Mountain.
In an instant, as if it were contagious, everyone broke into a frantic sprint toward the top of Island Mountain.
Two prodigies, five Gold Core cultivators—this man was terrifying. He had gone mad.
Now that things had come to this, would he kill them too, to silence them?
The deaths of Gold Core cultivators were no small matter.
To any sect, they were the backbone, painstakingly nurtured with their heart's blood.
Once Divine Fire Palace learned of this, they would absolutely go mad. Powerful experts would be dispatched to kill this man.
Azure Luan Sect would also be questioned, and several sects would come knocking to demand an explanation.
Even the Azure Luan Sect disciples were trembling now, their faces pale.
Li Su's strength was terrifying enough, but no one had expected him to kill people outright.
Two prodigies had not been enough—he had even cut down the Gold Core cultivators along with them.
Though they did not think this senior brother would attack them, this was simply too vicious, too frightening.
In the distance, Li Su drew a deep breath. His expenditure had been rather great.
To be able to instantly sever those five Gold Core cultivators, that single slash had consumed nearly seventy percent of his own reserves, all of it evaporating in one go.
Even with Li Su's exceptionally deep foundations, he was finding it somewhat hard to bear.
Fighting above one's realm was far too punishing, especially against cultivators in the latter half of early Gold Core. They were far more troublesome than Zhou Ming and the others he had encountered in