"When will I finally meet an opponent with some real weight?"
Looking at Ying Changkong's corpse, Xiao Lin could not help but sigh.
But with Xiao Lin's underhanded nature, it would probably be difficult for him to encounter one anytime soon.
After all, Xiao Lin loved crushing battles. He had no interest in struggling through higher-level fights like Xiao Yan in the original story or protagonists in certain novels.
Why bother enduring people looking down on him before slapping them in the face when he could dominate from beginning to end?
What, someone might fight above their level against him?
If surpassing them by one realm was not enough, how about two?
And if that still was not enough, he could surpass them by three, four, five, or even more realms!
Xiao Lin refused to believe that anyone could fight him while being more than five major realms below him.
If someone really could, then fine, he would admit defeat.
But such a situation was basically impossible.
Afterward, Xiao Lin took Ying Changkong's Storage Ring and swaggered out of the Black Eagle Bandit Group's base.
Naturally, before leaving, Xiao Lin casually wiped out the remaining members of the Black Eagle Bandit Group as well.
All of it happened without a sound.
None of the other nearby factions in the Falling Goose Empire noticed a thing!
After Xiao Lin returned to the camp where the Xiao Household of the Jia Ma Empire was stationed, he began cultivating as though nothing had happened.
Likewise, not a single person on the Jia Ma Empire's side noticed that he had secretly left that night, much less that he had wiped out both the Black Eagle Bandit Group and Ying Changkong!
As for the Storage Ring he had stripped from Ying Changkong, it was quite