Although he had not asked, Li Xiaoyao already knew everything.
"Die."
Looking at the young man before him, Li Xiaoyao swung the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in his hands and smashed them down.
The Wind Thunder Twin Hammers struck the young man squarely in the chest.
His Golden Immortal body was instantly crushed inward, and Li Xiaoyao continued his assault, swinging another hammer at a woman beside him.
These people were all cultivators at the first or second layer of the Golden Immortal realm. Not a single one had reached the third layer.
After all, those at the third layer of the Golden Immortal realm had already obtained slots. There was no need for them to go to such lengths and gamble with their lives.
"Ladies, must it truly come to this?"
Ye Lin looked at the six women before him and smiled faintly.
All six women were at the first layer of the Golden Immortal realm.
The sight of them reminded Ye Lin of the six little fellows he had casually crushed to death back on the Primordial Battlefield.
"Fellow Daoist, your women and children truly do not deserve to possess those slots. Why not give their slots to us?"
"Rest assured, our Immortal-Slaying Sect certainly will not let you suffer a loss. Ten million Law Source Stones for each slot—how about it?"
The woman standing at the center parted her red lips and spoke softly.
"Oh? There are six of you, and I happen to have six slots here. Shall I give them all to you?"
A meaningful glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes as he looked at the woman.
"Of course, of course! That would be best. Fellow Daoist, I knew you—"
"Slash."
Before the woman could finish, Ye Lin struck. The sword art behind him had