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第一千九百三十二章 黄雀在后

Despite his reluctance, he could only watch helplessly as the opponent had no means to retaliate.

A mournful cry reached his ears. This must be one of the most unjustly fallen Immortal Cultivators in millions of years.

The path of cultivation was arduous; she didn't know how many hardships she had endured before reaching this point, especially considering her situation by the East Sea. She could easily be called a daughter of heaven. With her talent, her cultivation might have progressed further. But facing such bad luck, what could she do but cry in vain?

This fully proved that when someone was unlucky, even drinking cold water could cause them to choke.

However, viewed from another angle, encountering such setbacks was due to bad luck, but at the end of the day, it still came down to her own insufficient strength. If Lady Aroma had been able to resist the Poison of Immortal Drunkenness, things might have turned out differently.

The lean and thin old man was no stranger to ruthless actions; once he made his move, there would be no hesitation. Although he did not draw out her soul or refine her essence, he still spat out infant fire, reducing her yuan婴 (core) to ashes.

Not only had the opponent lost any chance of reincarnation, but they also couldn't seek revenge in the future.

Of course, he wouldn’t let go of their storage bags either. This was truly a stroke of luck; not only did he get his revenge, but he also made a fortune.

The cultivators in the hall who had come to participate in this auction were all bound by their powers. Despite that, their eyes widened with shock as curses echoed around them.

But words couldn’t help. The lean and thin old man exuded killing intent from every pore. With a sharp command: "Quickly!"

Instantly, the leaf-shaped flying knives like a storm of rain swept towards the immobile cultivators, spraying blood everywhere. Those cultivators who could not even muster one-tenth of their power were silenced as they met their end.

Not only did their physical bodies perish, but their yuan婴 (core) was also destroyed by those flying knives.

"Haha."

The lean and thin old man’s face showed satisfaction. He wasn’t out to kill indiscriminately; he just didn't want his identity exposed. A petty mind is not a gentleman; without poison, one cannot be a hero. Now that all the cultivators participating in the auction had perished, who would know it was him?

It was flawless!

He flicked his left hand, and a large amount of light rays flew out, swirling around the hall. Instantly, countless storage bags floated up.

Picking one at random, he delved into its contents with his divine sense. A look of joy flashed in his eyes; as expected, the quantity was substantial.

He only glanced through it briefly since there wasn’t enough time to inspect thoroughly. However, another problem arose: how could he carry all these storage bags?

The spatial rules prevented one storage bag from being placed inside another.

A saying goes, "Even a hundred precautions can be missed." The old man had considered every possibility before acting but overlooked this issue.

His brows furrowed in concentration.

But time was of the essence. After a moment’s hesitation, he took off his outer robe and turned it into a large bundle to stuff all the storage bags inside.

This method seemed incredibly crude, but there was no other way; he had to do it.

The repelling spatial rules were truly annoying.

A single garment couldn’t hold them all, so he combined several pieces of clothing to form a large bundle. All the storage bags were packed without any left behind.

"Phew."

The old man exhaled in relief as he carried this large bundle out. It was certainly noticeable, but it didn't matter. The highest cultivators within the market were only at the yuan婴 (core) stage; their strength would only allow them to catch a glimpse before dying. There was no way they could discern his identity.

If not for the vast size of the market and the numerous cultivators inside, he might have attempted to clear out everyone completely. But now, he had to settle for this.

He tied the bundle securely and slung it over his back. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a large purple-red flame flew out. His intention was straightforward: to erase all traces of the auction. Even if some cultivators tried something last-minute, their efforts would be futile now.

With full confidence in his demonic flames, he cast them without hesitation and turned into a streak of light, flying down the stone steps behind him.

This place was no place for lingering; his plan was sound. But just as he took two steps on the stairs, an unexpected change occurred.

A ripple suddenly appeared from nowhere, followed by a green claw like that of a demon bird's, swiftly lunging towards his chest.

The warehouse had caught them off guard. Even if it were an old Immortal Cultivator, being hit would mean certain death.

But this lean and thin old man reacted quickly. He was surprised but not afraid as he pushed out a palm in response.

The move was simple, but it gathered all his power. As the light flickered, a thin shield materialized before him.

It wasn't an actual treasure; it was conjured from his own energy.

Suddenly, the claw touched it, producing a sharp crack that echoed in his ears, making his teeth ache. The force of this impact was evident.

Due to the warehouse, he seemed to be at a disadvantage. But he remained calm and even took advantage to retreat.

His response was like flowing water; there were no hesitations. Clearly, he had extensive experience in combat.

But just as he did so, another sharp light appeared, blocking his path of retreat. From afar, it looked as if someone had foolishly charged right into it.

The lean and thin old man fought with strict form, showing great discipline, but the attacker was clearly more skilled, anticipating that the first strike might not be fatal. What should he do next?

The old man was shocked; human strength has its limits. He had already used all his abilities to defend against the attack, and dodging the second hit seemed beyond his capacity.

"Aaah!"

A mournful cry echoed as pieces of cloth scattered in mid-air, resembling fluttering butterflies.

That was when his bundle on his back was broken. The crescent-shaped light blade then sliced through his protective aura.

Even without any treasures, a cultivator's final defense at the yuan婴 (core) stage was formidable. But now it was like paper; the blade cut through with no delay.

The speed was incredible. He didn’t feel pain as he was split in half from the chest.

A flash of light revealed his yuan婴 (core) floating in mid-air, showing disbelief. It wasn't surprising; a moment ago, he had been in heaven and now in hell.

In that moment of shock, he missed his best chance to escape. A green glow appeared, and Lin Xuan's figure materialized beside him with no expression on his face.

He opened his mouth, and a stream of four-colored flames erupted from it.

It was a thin flame about the size of a thumb, but incredibly swift. "Pfft," the sound echoed as it engulfed the old man’s yuan婴 (core).

"No…" came a weak cry that quickly faded into nothingness, cut off in mid-sentence.

Lin Xuan flicked his fingers and released several fireballs to reduce the old man's body to ashes.

After completing everything, Lin Xuan sighed with relief. Dealing with an old Immortal Cultivator was no easy task; it required precise execution. !~!

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