The Great Cultivators exchanged glances.
One of them spoke:
"Xu Cheng'an, what do you want?"
"I saw you trying to kill people from the Xu Residence... I've been thinking about what to do, too..." Xu Chengan said.
He turned to Xu Yuan and asked, "Whom do you need to kill to raise your Bloodline by one Ontological Rank?"
"Shangguan Hong."
"Oh. Anyone else you can't stand?"
"Shangguan Xiaoyun."
"Then she stays too. The rest can leave," Xu Chengan said.
"How outrageous! Xu Chengan, do you really think we're afraid of you?" the leading Great Cultivator demanded.
Xu Chengan glanced at him.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, as though he were looking at a lifeless object.
"Jing Chen, Shangguan Hong brought a crowd to kill you. Do you dare strike back now?" Xu Chengan asked.
"Of course I do."
Xu Yuan stepped out from behind him and walked toward Shangguan Hong.
Shangguan Hong made a gesture.
The people behind him surged forward together, striking at Xu Yuan.
In an instant—
Xu Chengan said, "They're dead."
Before his words had faded, they all turned to dry bones, fell to the ground, and vanished.
Everyone's expression changed.
"What are you doing? Why do you have the power of an Old God?"
The leading Great Cultivator shouted the question.
Xu Chengan actually laughed and said in a conversational tone:
"I communicated with an Old God once and received a blessing. When I'm in extreme danger, whoever I say will die must die."
"Oh, and you're going to die too. Right now."
"Your cultivation is weaker than mine, so none of you can resist this spoken curse!"
His words fell.
The Great Cultivator also turned to dry bones, scattering across the ground.
"You, you, you, you—and you. Die."
Xu Chengan pointed them out one