Kill

Time to slip away, time to slip away.

Sensing more auras entering, Li Su did not linger where he was and immediately fled.

It was not a question of whether he could win. So long as Heavenly Immortals could not enter, Li Su feared no one.

But his current condition had yet to fully stabilize, and his Dao Fruit was not yet complete.

No matter what, this was their territory. If he made too much of a mess, it would be troublesome.

According to the records, Old Master Zhu and the others had caused an outrageous disturbance back then. In the end, they provoked the higher-ranked sects—or rather, the organizations of the Middle Region in this world, the rulers of the Lower Region.

They had been hunted down miserably and fled in utter disarray. For decades afterward, they had not dared enter again; the moment they did, they would be relentlessly pursued.

The memories of the prodigies he had killed all contained this information. Even now, their names still hung on the Mythical Realm's wanted list. So long as one could prove they had killed them, they could claim a reward—and the rewards were ridiculously generous, involving sacred Dao techniques and all manner of resources.

Who knew what heinous, heaven-incensing deeds Old Master Zhu and the others had committed to be wanted like this.

Li Su would undoubtedly be staying in this world for quite some time. He had no desire to receive the same treatment as those old masters and be hunted without mercy.

Still.

Was it an illusion?

Why did the people entering feel so much stronger than the few he had killed just now? Not the kind of strength born from having their realms forcibly suppressed, but strength from truly being Golden Core cultivators with more than