"Xiaoyao, kill every last one of them."
Ye Lin did not turn back as he spoke softly. Behind him, Li Xiaoyao grinned savagely, twisted his wrists, and slowly turned around.
"Just you bunch of stinking fish and rotten shrimp?"
Looking at the figures filling the sky, Li Xiaoyao let out a disdainful snort. Then he stopped holding back and struck without hesitation.
He stretched out both hands, and countless figures were blasted into blood mist.
"This is bad—where did a True Immortal mighty expert come from?"
"Mighty expert, spare us! We're innocent!"
In an instant, the countless figures above fell to their knees and begged for mercy with lightning speed. Li Xiaoyao had merely made a simple move, yet he had directly blasted the three Heavenly Immortal peak experts at the forefront into blood mist.
Those three Heavenly Immortal peak experts were elders of the Blazing Fire Sect, figures beneath one person and above ten thousand. If even such experts could be so easily blown apart, then what else could this man be if not a True Immortal?
True Immortal—those were taboo words. A single True Immortal could sustain a force's prosperity for millions of years; that was no empty claim.
"What? A True Immortal?"
Upon hearing the words "True Immortal," the old man above suddenly paled. No matter how carefully he calculated, he had never expected this young man to be a True Immortal.
A True Immortal—that was a realm attained only by the Blazing Fire Sect's Grand Elder.
In merely a few breaths, every figure in the sky had been blasted into blood mist by Li Xiaoyao.
"How boring."
Only after finishing did Li Xiaoyao shake out his arm and speak with lingering dissatisfaction.
He had only made a simple move, and these people were already gone. This