When a Spirit Severing stage ghost cultivator made a move, even Out of Body stage cultivators were no match for such an existence.
Among the tens of thousands of cultivators present, the strongest were merely at the Nascent Soul Stage.
Who was stronger and who was weaker was obvious at a glance.
The cultivators were terrified and uneasy. Quite a few of them had chattering teeth as they secretly turned to glance in Su Shi'er's direction.
But after only one look, they hurriedly shifted their gazes away again.
They could not withstand the Spirit Severing stage ghost cultivator, but Su Shi'er, whose origins were unknown, was likewise not someone they could afford to provoke.
"Senior..."
Seeing the many cultivators around the perimeter hanging by a thread, Hao Yapeng opened his mouth and hurriedly cast Su Shi'er a pleading look.
He had only managed to utter two words before a companion beside him interrupted.
"Brother Hao, no!
Whether Senior chooses to act is naturally Senior's decision. How could we have any place to meddle with it?"
The one who spoke was a female cultivator dressed like a Daoist Nun.
Her lips pressed lightly together, and her eyes likewise revealed concern for the cultivators at the perimeter facing danger.
Yet though her gaze flickered, she remained exceptionally clear-headed.
"But..." Hao Yapeng's throat bobbed, somewhat unwilling to accept it.
"There is no but. If Senior had not appeared, we would already have died beneath the siege of those ghost cultivators.
Being able to survive until now is already a stroke of luck.
Besides, this Senior is clearly one of us human cultivators. Now that human cultivators are in danger, if Senior truly has strength to spare, how could he stand by and watch us die?"
The Daoist Nun continued speaking, seemingly explaining things