Yet even under the influence of Quicksand Land, Blood Cloud Daoist was, after all, an existence infinitely close to the Spirit Severing stage.
Even without activating his Cultivation Body, he could still unleash such sky-drowning evil aura.
Against the four people who kept retreating, who was stronger and who was weaker was plain as day.
Seeing the formidable enemy move again, Baili Lingquan, among the four, darkened his expression and hurriedly called out, "Senior, we are all cultivators of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land. We have neither old grievances nor recent enmity—why must you press us so relentlessly?"
"Do Evil Cultivators need a reason to kill?"
Blood Cloud Daoist sneered as he retorted.
"The four of us are all from the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. Aren't you afraid that killing us will bring retaliation from the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?"
Baili Lingquan continued, immediately invoking his sect as backing.
"Hahahaha... The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect? What a terrifying name. Unfortunately... not everyone in this world fears your Xuan Yuan Sword Sect!"
Blood Cloud Daoist threw back his head in wild laughter. Without stirring his true essence, his body moved like a ghost, charging at the four with even greater speed.
Seeing this, the four could no longer spare thought for anything else. They hurriedly turned around and fled for their lives.
"Senior Brother Ling Quan, what do we do now? Who knows where this Evil Cultivator came from? His methods are ruthless, and he refuses to let us go."
"If he catches up, I'm afraid all four of us will die here!"
Beside Baili Lingquan, another uninjured female cultivator had panic written all over her lovely face as she could not help casting him an inquiring look.
Baili Lingquan looked flustered. Upon hearing this, his eyes rolled wildly before he