In the sky.
Li Ping and the Desolate Fire Sparrow surrounded Yin Jiumu, one in front and one behind.
Between them, Yin Jiumu's gaze was calm. He hardly struggled, for he knew he was doomed to die today.
He could neither win nor escape, so he could not be bothered with pointless efforts that would only make him a laughingstock.
The ten of them had waited on the wasteland for Li Ping for seven whole years, brimming with confidence. Yet when he finally appeared, he had slaughtered them as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
It was all as though they had willingly offered their heads to Li Ping for him to cut off.
Ridiculous and farcical.
But Yin Jiumu did not consider himself a fool. This defeat had not been caused by any failure in battle.
To deal with Li Ping, they had assembled an impressive lineup of three core formation late stage cultivators and seven core formation middle stage cultivators!
No one could say they had not been cautious.
In fact, their lineup could rival the entire present-day Western Wastes Cultivation World. Who could have imagined they would fail to deal with a mere core formation middle stage cultivator?
Li Ping-or rather, Li Jingyu-was truly ruthless. He had hidden his strength far too well!
Yin Jiumu was certain to die today, but since Li Ping had not immediately killed him, he must have wanted to extract some information from him.
If he could mislead Li Ping just a little and lure him to the altar, then the moment Li Ping dared touch it, he would be walking straight to his death. After all, both the altar and the token belonged to the Marquis of Xiping.
The marquis would not care if his subordinates died, but if the