A Sword Comes from the West, Sweeping the World Clean! The Resolute Second Senior Disciple Brother

Had he not been the master of a sect, had Su Shi'er not sent him a message just now, Lin Hezhuo would have resolutely burned his Nascent Soul at the first opportunity and fought this man to the death.

Even knowing he was no match!

Even if it were an ant trying to shake a tree!

Even if it were a mantis raising its arms against a chariot!

He still had to let the other party know his stance!!

But now, regardless of whether he had faith in Su Shi'er, he could only suppress his rage and delay for as long as possible.

At the very least... hoping that these Evil Cultivators would target only the Ancient Immortal Sect and leave the ordinary mortals behind him unharmed was clearly unrealistic.

Though Su Shi'er's earlier message offered little hope, it was still a sliver of hope after all!

"Heh heh! Whether you can trust it or not, you will only know after trying!"

"Or does Sect Master Lin truly wish to watch helplessly as everyone in the Ancient Immortal Sect dies miserably before your very eyes?"

Daoist Lu Feng gave an indifferent sneer. As an Evil Cultivator, he naturally knew he had no good reputation in the outside world.

Of course... he did not care.

Or rather, whether one's reputation was good or bad did not change the nature of even ants clinging greedily to life.

Before death, there would always be those who desperately tried to seize that illusory thread of hope.

Over the years, countless cultivators who had died by his hand had all tried, in their final moments, to grasp the illusory promise he offered.

Though every last one of them had ultimately failed!

That did not stop the vast majority of people, and even demon beasts and