The moment those words were spoken, quite a few Tiger Chasing Spiritual Connection cultivators nearby felt a chill run through their hearts.
Many among them had cultivation realms inferior even to that Blood Feather Hall deputy leader.
Even with his life-saving trump card still intact, that man had been handled so effortlessly by Immortal Lord of the Wind. If it had been them instead, their lives and deaths would likely have rested on this prodigy's single thought.
Xing Jiuli lightly waved a hand. "No matter. Wind Lord, handle him as you see fit."
"Thank you, Commander Xing."
After speaking, Yang Lingrui dispersed the ball of wind. With the slightest stirring of killing intent in his heart, he caused the Blood Feather Hall cultivator's Primordial Spirit to vanish into nothingness.
Crack.
In that instant, every spiritual connection cultivator present caught an exceedingly peculiar ripple with their Spiritual Sense.
It sounded as though flesh had been sliced through by some sharp blade.
Yet when anyone tried to probe deeper, an icy, bone-piercing chill would travel down the edge of their Spiritual Sense, instantly sobering them.
Yang Lingrui's attack had neither a grand display nor any dazzling technique.
Yet with that seemingly plain release and grasp, these Tiger Chasing cultivators truly felt the weight of the Northwest's foremost prodigy!
Moved by the sight, the cultivators raised their hands in salute one after another, repeatedly praising, "Wind Lord's Dao arts are exquisite!"
After this matter, Sikong Shang escorted the remaining Blood Feather Hall remnants back to Tiger Chasing.
Xing Jiuli and Yang Lingrui then launched a thorough sweep, beginning to loot the various Blood Feather Hall hideouts whose locations had already been identified.
According to the agreement between the Tiger Chasing Dynasty and the Yang Clan, the treasures Blood Feather Hall had accumulated over