A Little More Backbone, Everyone?

Under the strike imbued with the dual destructive intents of Heaven-Splitting and God-Slaying, he was reduced completely to ashes. Not even a speck of residue remained, as though he had never existed in this world.

[You killed a Sixth Tier Level One martial artist across ranks. Kill Points gained: 3,000,000. Major cross-rank reward: 1,500,000. Total: 4,500,000.]

The cold system notification sounded. Four and a half million Kill Points! That was even more than killing a Mutated Beast of the same tier!

Sure enough, killing human martial artists—especially across ranks—yielded far greater rewards.

Lin Ming slowly withdrew his spear, its tip angled toward the ground. He did not even glance at the spot where Liu Wuxin had vanished, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

Then he turned around, his calm gaze sweeping across the main hall, where Su Zhenghao, Chen Haidong, and the others stood as though frozen in place, their faces as pale as paper, their entire bodies shaking like sieves.

Their eyes were filled with boundless terror. In the corner, Liu Tian and Lin Zihao lay limp on the floor, their crotches soaked, nearly frightened unconscious.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Xiao Wuhen's face, which was filled with shock, confusion, and even a trace of lingering fear. Lin Ming gave him a slight nod, as if to say: See? It's settled.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dull impacts rang out one after another.

They were the sounds of knees striking the ground.

Su Zhenghao, Chen Haidong, and several other clan masters and representatives who had shouted the loudest before now seemed to have had every bone ripped from their bodies. In unison, they dropped to their knees before Lin Ming!

Their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold floor, stained with blood and debris, while