Li Su showed no reaction to the Black Mountain Sect senior brother's incredulous scream. His gaze shifted, locking directly onto the man.
Though he had forcefully slain a hundred Taiyi cultivators, the matter was clearly far from over.
Never mind that the senior brothers of the three Buddhist Sect teachings had yet to appear—the fact that Fengdu City's ghost soldiers and ghost generals had shown no response was what truly left him uneasy.
Something must have happened on the battlefield.
Otherwise, given the Black Mountain Sect's actions at this moment, Fengdu City could not possibly remain completely indifferent.
He had to settle matters here as quickly as possible, then find out exactly what had happened on the battlefield.
Unlike the Black Mountain Sect, the Dead Soul Clan was undoubtedly what concerned Li Su most. Though the Black Mountain Sect's two thousand Taiyi cultivators were troublesome, they were not impossible to kill if he used the Kindling Flame Banner.
The Dead Souls were different.
They were an incomparably vast race, with even Near-Saint-level beings among them.
If they stirred up something, it would be no small matter.
At that thought, how could Li Su have the time to waste words with this Black Mountain Sect senior brother? His eyes narrowed, and his killing intent settled.
Sensing the killing intent in Li Su's gaze, the Black Mountain Sect senior brother—despite being at the perfected late Taiyi stage, above myth, and one of the new Fifteen Flames prodigies—panicked at this moment.
It was not his fault.
The feat of one man suppressing a hundred Taiyi cultivators was simply too terrifying. Even a prodigy could not bear it—it was far too outrageous.
It felt as though he were facing that Little Judicial War God of the Heavenly Court. He could not summon even the