Bang!
Yan Lie waved a hand, his face expressionless. Flames erupted all over the red-robed man who had volunteered, burning him into a charred stump before he could even scream.
"A wager lost must be honored."
Without so much as glancing at the charred remains of the red-robed man, he nodded lightly to Lin Mo. "I failed to kill you in three moves, so I will not strike again today."
"But if we meet again, I will spare no effort to grind your bones and scatter your ashes!"
Around them, the dozen or so remaining red-robed men fell silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to utter a sound.
Lin Mo frowned slightly at the sight.
The Tai Sui Gate fiends truly were wicked to the core, killing even their own people over a disagreement.
Still, a fiend was a fiend. Although he had spared Lin Mo, as a cultivator of the righteous path, Lin Mo could never let him leave!
"Let's go."
Just as Lin Mo prepared to summon the Spirit-Devouring Vine-
Yan Lie swept his sleeve, sending a roaring wave of fiery air surging out. It swept up the dozen or so red-robed men and carried them off toward the Fire Rock Domain.
Lin Mo froze for a moment, then gave a rueful smile.
He had overestimated his own capabilities after all.
Powerful though the Spirit-Devouring Vine was, it could not fly on its own. He had to carry it with him when traveling.
And the flying speed of a pseudo core cultivator was far beyond anything he, at the third layer of Foundation Establishment, could match. Protecting himself might not pose much trouble, but making that man stay was nothing but a fool's dream!
"External aids may be useful, but one's own strength is what matters most..."