These people remained unmoved. Although Lin Qing had indeed angered them, they could not actually gang up on him like that.
Lin Qing did not care about any of that. Since they were unwilling to act, he could simply strike first.
A gentle breeze brushed across the sea. The next instant, Lin Qing had already swept up to Luo Zhao.
But Luo Zhao truly deserved to be a disciple whose name an Immortal Lord remembered. Though caught somewhat off guard, he still blocked Lin Qing's strike, which had little technique behind it.
Clang!
A crisp clash of metal rang out. Luo Zhao was sent flying, while Lin Qing stood where Luo Zhao had just been-in the middle of the group.
Lin Qing's terrifying speed startled them all.
They knew that if Lin Qing had launched that attack at them, they probably would not have fared any better than Luo Zhao.
These were all disciples wholly devoted to improving their strength. Perhaps a few had heard Xingdu's great name, but none had actually seen him fight.
They themselves were also geniuses. They had thought dealing with a genius of a slightly lower cultivation would be as easy as reaching out and taking something, only to discover now that things did not seem quite so simple.
"Still standing there in a daze!"
Lin Qing gave a sharp shout, then raised Flowing Silver and swept it through the air, releasing a circular wave of sword energy.
Sword energy was somewhat weaker than a direct weapon strike. They all successfully blocked the attack, but were forced back several dozen kilometers.
"This Xingdu actually hadn't used his full strength in the fight just now!"
After that brief exchange, the spectators immediately reassessed Lin Qing's strength.
In fact, what Lin Qing was displaying now was still