Two cultivators had already had their heads crushed. None of the remaining cultivators doubted any longer that Mu Bai truly dared to kill.
"You. Speak!"
Mu Bai pointed his sword at a third cultivator, and the Xiu Zun carrying out the executions spread his fingers and pressed his palm onto the man's head.
Who among the world's living beings did not fear death? Cultivators, who cultivated to wrest life from heaven, feared it all the more. With a large hand pressed onto his head, the cultivator almost seemed to hear the crack of his skull shattering. A large patch of his crotch instantly grew wet.
"Spare me, Elder Mu! I truly know nothing!"
The cultivator cried out loudly, snot and tears pouring down together.
"Kill!"
Though Mu Bai's heart had already begun to recoil, he still gave the order in a stern, commanding voice. There was a crack. The cultivator never heard the sound of his own skull shattering before he fell dead.
Without a change in expression, Mu Bai pointed his sword at Zuo Lin.
"Speak!"
Zuo Lin looked up at Mu Bai, whose eyes were cold, without a trace of their former warmth. Mu Bai truly was filled with bitter hatred. He had already been forced to kill three men. He could not be certain whether those three had known anything; they had merely been executed to intimidate the others. But about Zuo Lin, he was certain.
"Master, they truly know nothing. Kill me!"
As he spoke, Zuo Lin bowed heavily, knocking his head against the ground. Mu Bai gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and kicked him more than a hundred feet away.
"Speak! Where are the supplies hidden?"
Mu Bai pressed his sword against Zuo Lin's chest and demanded harshly.
"Cloud House Mountain!"
"You wretch! After committing