“Kill him first and then seize the treasure? That works!” Following the roar, a middle-aged cultivator who looked like a scholar rushed forward. 

Boom!

He folded his palm together, forming a palm print that slammed down through the air and instantly crushed the surrounding space. All rocks and ancient trees were turned to dust.  

Shua!

Lin Xun darted away with a flash, leaving the palm to smash a giant pit into the ground, split the earth with huge cracks, and whirl soil into the sky. 

Imaginably, the middle-aged scholar’s strike was frightening. 

Amid the quaking void, a brilliant golden arc streaked across the air, erupting like a bolt of lightning. It destroyed everything in its way with its piercingly sharp and fierce aura.  

It was a golden sword. Its razor-sharp tip emitted murderous intent that surged into the sky. It was launched from Han Yanque.

Lin Xun dodged once again, leaving the mountain he was standing atop to split into two. The world quaked as it collapsed. 

Wearing a merciful look, Hua Qingchi, the sect master of the Spirit Pearl Sect, sighed, “As expected of a peerless figure of the younger generation. Little guy, one who is aware of their situations is a wise person. Wouldn’t it be a pity if you died right now?” 

Boom!

But as he was speaking, someone...