"Benefactors, having killed my junior brothers, do you now only dare hide in there and refuse to come out?"
"Come out. If you come out now, this humble monk can still leave you with intact corpses. Otherwise, I will surely cast your Primordial Spirits into the endless hells."
High above the firmament, several Buddhist cultivators radiating boundless Buddhist light looked down at Li Xiaoyao and the others, shouting sternly.
In the void behind them sat a young man cross-legged. His hands were pressed together, his eyelids lowered, his face filled with benevolence.
Waves of Buddhist light emanated from his body, carrying a gentle warmth.
At this moment, both Li Xiaoyao and Gu Qingzhi stared at him with grave expressions.
That man was at the seventh level of the Golden Immortal realm.
His strength was incomparably terrifying.
With a single palm strike just now, he had shattered Bao Xiaotou's pride and joy—the formation.
Bao Xiaotou was still squatting in a corner, questioning his entire life.
"If you've got the guts, come in here and talk."
Even if they could not win, they absolutely could not lose in bearing.
Gu Qingzhi stepped forward and shouted.
They had still underestimated the strength of this vegetation true spirit.
This giant tree could actually withstand the attacks of a seventh-level Golden Immortal cultivator.
That was also why those fellows outside had yet to enter and could only clamor from beyond.
"Benefactors, I know my junior brothers' temperaments as well. They were incorrigibly unruly. Since you killed the three of them, they must have been at fault first."
"Open this barrier now and return my three junior brothers' belongings. We can leave this place immediately, and as for the enmity over my junior brothers' deaths, we shall write it off in one stroke."
"What do you