What a decisive fellow. It seemed this man was not only vicious, but also remarkably capable of enduring.
Su Shi'er thought to himself.
Outwardly, he revealed nothing, but the killing intent in his heart grew ever thicker at that moment.
He understood people like this all too well. The more they endured now, the more vicious their revenge would be once they found an opportunity.
Given his cautious way of doing things, he naturally could not leave behind such a future menace.
Not to mention that, aside from venting Yi Chunqiu's anger, he had other purposes as well.
"You may live, but cripple your own cultivation first. Then you may leave."
Su Shi'er continued, his expression blank.
The Hook-nosed Cultivator clenched the Storage Pouch in his hand, the hatred in his heart nearly impossible to suppress.
"Isn't Senior going too far by doing this?"
"Going too far? You should ask Zhang Feihu, who has already fallen, and Yi Chunqiu, who is healing his wounds."
Su Shi'er sneered, a surging force of true essence gathering in his palm.
The instant the aura belonging solely to a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator spread out, the Hook-nosed Cultivator felt as though a mountain had crashed down upon his head. He trembled, barely able to keep himself standing.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
In his desperation, the Hook-nosed Cultivator could no longer care whether he might further enrage Su Shi'er.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is Granny Yun's territory! Does Senior intend to make a move here without putting Granny Yun in your eyes at all...?"
"Hmph! Granny Yun's territory? Since when did the land of my Yun Ge Sect become her territory?!"
"If you dare lay hands on someone from my Yun Ge Sect, you should be