Wang Lin calmly withdrew his sword.
By now, nearly half of Cloud-Fading Valley had collapsed, and silence had returned to this land.
He had said it: there was only one chance. When it came to evil cultivators, reasoning with them was the most unreasonable thing in the world.
Had the Heavenly Derivation Sect not made it mandatory, he might not even have said that one sentence.
The evil cultivators who had resisted before him had all been executed. Although some had surrendered again halfway through, Wang Lin had given them no further chances.
Still, he had not killed them all.
One Nascent Soul evil cultivator who had taken a long-range Primordial Spirit Supreme Clarity Sword at the start had survived, albeit gravely wounded. Wang Lin could still sense him breathing through his divine sense.
Wang Lin put away his sword and raised a hand, controlling his spiritual power to draw the still-breathing evil cultivator straight over. Then he thrust his sword through the man's sea of qi.
The evil cultivator's chest had already been slashed clean through, and the lingering power of the Primordial Spirit Supreme Clarity Sword was still ravaging his body as it tried to heal itself.
Wang Lin spoke calmly, as though this had nothing to do with him. "You only get one chance. I ask, you answer."
The evil cultivator raised his eyes slightly to look at Wang Lin. Feeling Wang Lin churn up and wantonly destroy the sea of qi inside him, he said nothing and merely sneered.
The victor becomes king; the loser becomes a bandit. Why disgrace myself by begging all the way to my death? Even if I survive and get taken back to the Heavenly Derivation Sect, could any good days possibly await me?
*Better to make it quick and end