At his words, everyone hurriedly retreated to one side.
It was not that they were afraid of trouble and had forgotten their alliance in the blink of an eye. Rather, Venerable Lianwu had a point.
Li Ling himself had chosen not to surrender Lord Bashan's remnant soul. Having offended a mighty figure of the Netherworld Sect over it, he had to bear the consequences himself.
Star Lord Sichen Yuan Guang stood by and watched, not because he was unwilling to stand up for Li Ling, but because he could protect him for a time, not for a lifetime.
But naturally, Li Ling had his reasons for taking such a firm stand.
He remained where he was, coldly watching Venerable Lianwu ahead.
Under ordinary circumstances, he would not have minded showing a little respect to an elder like this. Unfortunately, Lord Bashan's remnant soul concerned his chances of advancement, and he did not want to give it up.
He had a vague premonition that it might prove useful to him.
Besides, killing Lord Bashan had never been a simple matter. All manner of trouble and backlash were bound to follow.
This was precisely what was meant by a human tribulation.
If karmic retribution would come sooner or later, Li Ling had no intention of evading it. He would meet it with his own abilities.
Lord Bashan was favored by the will of Vast Heaven. Calling him the child of fortune of the Bashan Demon Kingdom would be no exaggeration. Killing him would naturally bring bitter consequences.
But Buddhists speak of karma, and Daoists speak of inherited burdens. With my strength, I'll shoulder whatever retribution comes.
Throw one punch to break the way open, and spare yourself ten thousand punches later. This might even be a good thing.
*Besides, with my strength,