"Mahayana stage? You came here only to throw your life away?"
The Lizard God Patriarch raised a brow as he glanced at Taichu, speaking blandly. Even a hundred Mahayana cultivators could be slain with a wave of his hand, let alone this gravely wounded Mahayana cultivator on the verge of death.
When Pure Yangzi saw Taichu, his eyelids twitched. This man was that person's master—his status was no small matter.
Yet the Lizard God Patriarch seemingly did not know who he was.
"I am an ancestor of Nameless Mountain. You have bullied the disciples of Nameless Mountain, so it is only right that I step forward."
Taichu looked at the miserable Li Yixian on the ground, his voice brimming with fury.
"But what can you do? If Qin Wudao were not watching, a single thought from me would be enough to make your Nameless Mountain vanish."
"From beginning to end, I have not killed a single person from Nameless Mountain. Did that make you think I am merciful?"
The Lizard God Patriarch spoke slowly, his tone gradually filling with killing intent.
He had truly developed the intent to kill. Ever since entering the Immortal Realm, wherever he went, his status had always been supreme.
If Qin Wudao had not been keeping watch, he truly wanted to wipe out Nameless Mountain. What an eyesore.
They actually dared to compete with the Lizard God Clan for territory? Was that not courting death?
"Bullying the weak with your strength—what kind of Immortal Realm expert does that make you? The other Immortal Realm experts are all discussing the lay of the world, yet you alone have the leisure to bully the weak?"
Taichu raised his brows and spoke calmly. At this moment, the Immortal Realm experts were all gathered in a grand meeting, jointly