The Fat Cultivator's expression changed slightly, and a cold glint suddenly flashed in his rice-grain-sized eyes.
The White Bone Sect's conduct was indeed disgraceful, but being compared to something even worse than devilheads—
That was no compliment!
Especially that final remark, which was a blunt and unmistakable curse.
Everyone loved hearing pleasant words. Naturally, no one liked words that grated on the ears.
"Hmph! A mere Nascent Soul Stage brat, yet you still dare act so presumptuously before this old man when death is at your doorstep. You're simply courting death!"
With the Fat Cultivator's muffled snort, the pressure of an Out of Body stage cultivator spread out, aimed directly at Yi Chunqiu.
The instant his words fell, Yi Chunqiu seemed to suffer a crushing blow.
Blood gushed wildly from his mouth, and then his body went limp as he collapsed helplessly onto the ground.
The True Yuan within him could not even circulate, and moving a finger became exceedingly difficult.
As for the others present, though they were not the primary targets of the pressure, they did not fare much better. Each wore an agonized expression, wishing they were dead.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why waste so much breath?"
Though Yi Chunqiu lay on the ground, his eyes remained wide open in a fierce glare.
There was not a trace of fear in them—only hatred that blazed like raging fire.
He hated that his cultivation and strength were insufficient, that he could not slay his enemies or protect everyone!
"You are quite a spirited little brat. Since you are so determined to die, this old man shall grant your wish!"
The Fat Cultivator spoke indifferently, killing intent bursting from his eyes.
The formation had been broken. In his eyes, the remaining Yun Ge Sect