The figure at the head of the group looked straight toward the two figures at the rear. In his grating voice, like metal scraping against metal, there was a note of mockery.
"Your Highness is the Offshore King's third legitimate son. Acting like this really does undermine your dignity..."
"P-Predecessor, we're from Luguang Island..."
"Then I'm afraid we've got the wrong people. We're from Yi Daoting."
The figure at the head of the group gave a mocking glance at the gloomy woman below, whose cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage and whose True Soul was mottled.
Dark red Nascent Soul Dao Power, filled with a murderous, cruel intent, surged forth. A Dharma Form resembling a hidden guard coalesced.
The figure at the head of the group chuckled. A "kill" character appeared in his palm, and he brought down a palm strike, its killing intent icy cold.
The terrifying, murderous pressure made the surrounding Golden Core Rogue Cultivators grimace in pain. Their True Essence strained to withstand even the wisps of lingering power that spread outward.
By contrast, the gloomy woman who bore the full brunt of the Slaughter-Suppressing palm print turned pale. Her illusory Dharma Form had only just coalesced when it shattered beneath the overwhelming killing intent. Her chest caved in, and she spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious, gravely wounded.
"Oh... You actually managed to withstand my Slaughter-Suppressing palm print."
The figure at the head of the group gave a soft laugh and flicked his finger. Dark red Dao Power became a blade that severed the gloomy woman's head.
From the Corpse Remains, a Nascent Soul the size of a palm, bearing nine-tenths of the gloomy woman's features, flew out in terror. Just as it tried to beg for mercy, the figure