Not Much More Than This!

Everyone was talking about how these Robber Cultivators had been killed in turn, and it was immensely satisfying.

"These Robber Cultivators got what they deserved. Back when we organized hunts for them, those few were slippery as eels. They escaped time and again, and they were incredibly patient too. We could only travel in groups whenever we went out."

Setting aside the reactions of the Celestial Immortals at the temporary settlement.

Lu Ren slowly waded out from the torrent of divine abilities, rising from within it with blood-colored vitality flames burning around his body.

Ding! You have successfully killed Hua Ming (Late Celestial Immortal). Your Shamanic Path proficiency has increased significantly.

Not even any Skill Points.

Crash!

In that instant, Lu Ren felt the air around him turn into tangible flowing water that enveloped his entire body, bringing his movements to an abrupt halt.

Sensing the abnormality around him, Lu Ren raised his brows slightly and lifted his chin, seemingly not expecting there to be such a move.

"I've sealed him! Use whatever you've got, quickly!"

The slightly stooped elder formed hand seals, his aged voice trembling as he panted heavily. Eyes opened and closed all over his body. More than a hundred eyes across his entire body stared fixedly at Lu Ren without blinking.

The remaining two did not dare delay. This man was simply too terrifying. The female Robber Cultivator had ranked second among them, and her direct offensive power was extremely formidable, yet she had been killed right before their eyes. It had truly triggered something in them.

The next instant, a yellowed, withered hand, black as a chicken claw, silently appeared and reached for the back of Lu Ren's neck.

Swift and nimble, this black ghost claw had appeared soundlessly and followed close behind