"How can you, the ants, covet the origin of the way of heaven?"
Lin Xuan stood in mid-air, wearing his clothes and looking down at the dark crowd below. Those were the elders, deacons, and core disciples from the Tianjian Sect, as well as the casual cultivators and strong men from small sects who gathered from all directions. Greed, fanaticism, fear, hesitation... Countless eyes intertwined and were fixed on him, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
He had just casually slapped to death the leader of the Tianjian Sect and a few of the elders who danced the most happily, like crushing a few noisy insects. At this moment, there was a very faint, almost nihilistic, contemptuous smile on his lips.
What responded to him was a brief moment of dead silence, followed by an even more turbulent wave of greed.
