"It's okay, Father. It's okay, it's okay."
Li Qingqing shook her head as tears streamed down her face, her eyes red-rimmed.
The others slowly closed their eyes, prepared to welcome death. Things had reached this point; not a shred of resistance remained in their hearts.
They no longer even felt the urge to resist.
Any resistance now was utterly meaningless.
Just as the blades were about to fall upon their heads, ripples suddenly spread through the void. The swords stopped above them, unable to advance another inch.
A figure appeared behind Li Qingqing. Old Garden stood smiling at the people before him.
"Let this end here. Disperse."
Old Garden spoke softly, yet his voice carried throughout the surroundings.
"Who the hell do you think you ar—"
Before the masked man at the front could finish a single sentence, his entire body gradually turned illusory. The people around him likewise began to fade, ultimately vanishing between heaven and earth.
"This..."
The abrupt change left everyone around them stunned. The four burly men stared wide-eyed at Old Garden, while Li Qingqing herself was frozen in a daze.
She had never imagined that the stalker she had met a few days ago would be this powerful.
And with just one word, he had made several hundred powerful experts vanish into thin air, without leaving the slightest trace.
Such an unfathomable, godlike technique could only belong to... an immortal cultivator.
In other words, standing before them was an incomparably powerful immortal cultivator.
"Your injuries are severe, but before me, they amount to nothing."
Old Garden turned toward Li Zaitian, who lay on the ground, and tapped a finger. A ray of green light sank into the center of Li Zaitian's brow.
In an instant, an incomparably dense force of vitality bloomed from within Li