As one cultivator after another took their stand behind Ye Lin, Li Xiaocheng's face grew terrifyingly gloomy. He merely watched the scene in silence.
There was little he could do now but watch quietly. He wanted to see just how many would leave in the end.
When he saw that the heirs of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions and the Golden Immortal heirs remained unmoved, he finally let out a breath inwardly.
Rogue Cultivators were unreliable in the end. When all was said and done, he still had to rely on the heirs of the major factions. They were the true foundation of those great powers.
Go on, leave. These Rogue Cultivators ultimately could not form much fighting strength. They could only serve as cannon fodder.
He had long found these Rogue Cultivators unpleasant to look at. Their cultivation and combat strength were nothing special, yet they talked endlessly. When it came to fighting, they shrank back and refused to exert themselves; sometimes, they even disobeyed orders.
To avoid losing people's support, he had chosen to endure them. But now things were different. Once these Rogue Cultivators had chosen their side and the fighting began, he would be the first to turn his blade on them.
He would slaughter every last one of these Rogue Cultivators at the first opportunity.
For a time, more than twenty thousand cultivators left Li Xiaocheng's side.
At the sight, Li Xiaocheng, who had been somewhat pleased inside, darkened again.
Damn it, those Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions truly deserved death. They had actually sent him so many Rogue Cultivators.
Behind so many Rogue Cultivators, there might be hundreds, even thousands, of Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions pulling strings.
Those factions were all parasites.
"Very good."
Ye Lin smiled at the sight. Though they