True Person Fu, the Grand Elder of the Azure Firmament Sect who had been so wildly arrogant moments earlier, was now a lifeless corpse falling toward the ground below.
Having killed this True Core cultivator, Lin Chang remained cold-faced and utterly unmoved. His indifferent gaze swept over the falling corpse, as though he had merely crushed an egg.
His gaze then passed over the two stunned, horrified faces, and he said calmly, "This is no place to linger. Let's find somewhere clean to talk."
"As you command, my lord."
Xiao Donglin had just swallowed an elixir to stabilize his injuries when he met Lin Chang's sweeping gaze. Those eyes were like cold stars, impossible to look at directly. His heart pounded in terror, and he hurriedly lowered his head, answering obediently.
Clearly, gratitude was one thing, but the sight of Lin Changheng raising his hand and killing someone at the slightest disagreement had left a deep shadow over his heart.
His lord was a hundred times more frightening than he had imagined.
"Yes, Brother Li!" Yun Zhi considered briefly before agreeing with a smile.
Her voice was a little softer than usual, carrying an unconscious hint of docility.
"Good!"
Lin Changheng swept his sleeve, and the corpse reversed its fall halfway down and was put away.
It appeared that he had stored it in his Storage Bag, but he had actually brought it into the Heaven-in-a-Pot Blessed Land.
The Storage Bag hanging at the corpse's waist was separated under his control and floated up above the vault, where it hung silently.
The Black Soul Banner drifted out, its surface black as ink. Countless twisted faces flickered across it, exuding a chilling ghostly aura.
Whoosh! The banner swept toward the body, and a sinister wind sprang up. Countless hands reached out