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"Get up!"

Just as they were at a loss, Lin Xuan's warm and composed voice reached their ears. It seemed he was not angry or blaming anyone.

The cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully bowed again before cautiously lifting their heads.

"You are disciples of the Ethereal Immortal Palace?"

Lin Xuan looked at the cultivator standing to his left.

"Yes, I am an attendant of the Ethereal Immortal Palace."

The female cultivator in formal attire curtsied gracefully. Though her expression remained calm on the surface, she was secretly pondering the meaning behind Lin Xuan's words.

"Alas!"

Lin Xuan sighed: "In the days when Senior Spirit Void was alive, how prosperous and flourishing the Ethereal Immortal Palace was! I never expected it to fall into such a state in just a hundred years."

"Senior, do you know Elder Spirit Void?"

The female cultivator's expression froze for a moment before she showed signs of joy.

It was highly likely that he was a cultivator above the Formation Stage. If this were true and an old friend of the late Grandmaster, then they wouldn't have to worry today.

Other disciples from the Ethereal Immortal Palace weren't fools either; they quickly showed eager and delighted expressions after their initial shock.

On the other hand, Old Monster Jia's expression was completely different. His face turned pale with fear and worry. At that moment, he almost wanted to flee but hesitated for a moment before staying in place. He would wait and see if this mysterious cultivator had no grudge against the Ethereal Immortal Palace.

However, his last shred of hope quickly shattered like a water bubble.

"Indeed," Lin Xuan smiled and nodded. "Although I am not a close friend with Senior Spirit Void, we do have some connection."

Lin Xuan's words were clearly aimed at saving the disciples from the Ethereal Immortal Palace. Regardless of how it turned out, he had gained much in this sect, and its decline was partly his fault. Although he didn't feel guilty about the cutthroat nature of the cultivation world, Lin Xuan wasn't averse to helping when he could.

This act would be seen as a form of compensation for the sect.

Of course, such thoughts were not suitable for outsiders to know.

He chose to say that he was an old friend of Senior Spirit Void because the elder had already passed away and couldn't be verified.

Lin Xuan's character always left no room for error. With his affirmation, the disciples from the Ethereal Immortal Palace reacted with joy on their faces. On the other side, Old Monster Jia's face turned as gloomy as if it could drip water.

The more he feared, the more likely something bad would happen. After waiting anxiously, he still faced this worst-case scenario.

What should he do?

Now facing a life-or-death decision, if this mysterious cultivator was indeed an old friend of the late Grandmaster, there was no doubt that he wouldn't spare him. It was high time to leave!

Although fleeing at this moment wasn't the best choice, the danger remained significant. Staying here meant certain death.

Better to take a risk and run than to wait and die.

With his mind made up, Old Monster Jia didn't hesitate any longer. Although his cultivation level was insignificant in Lin Xuan's eyes, he had experienced many trials to reach the Separation Stage. He took out a talisman from his pocket and slapped it on himself.

A dazzling light enveloped him, and a layer of emerald green spiritual light wrapped around his body. At an astonishing speed, he vanished like a bird flying towards the sky.

The technique he practiced was not ordinary; his original speed was already impressive. With this precious wood attribute spirit talisman, his speed doubled or even tripled.

A flash of green light and he appeared on the horizon, leaving only a tiny black dot behind.

The cultivators from the Ethereal Immortal Palace were shocked. Fortunately, Old Monster Jia hadn't used this talisman when chasing them; otherwise, they would have been captured long ago, possibly already in the netherworld.

Of course, it wasn't just luck. Facing a cultivator far weaker than himself, Old Monster Jia had no reason to use such a precious item. He knew it was a rare treasure obtained by chance from an ancient cultivator's cave.

He usually wouldn't use it but couldn't afford to be cautious now. His life was the priority; he dared not hide anything.

Even if he used this item, whether or not he could escape remained uncertain...

Before his thoughts were fully formed, Lin Xuan's cold laughter echoed in their ears: "Foolish creature, when did I say you could go?"

As Lin Xuan spoke, he raised his right hand and curled his fingers slightly. Apart from that, no other movements. Yet this simple gesture caused the air before him to visibly distort...

Old Monster Jia felt a sudden constriction as if bound by invisible chains. Before he could react, nearby space began to twist.

"Ahh!"

Two powerful forces tore at him. Old Monster Jia only managed to let out a cry before turning into a bloody mist.

He had fallen!

And the exact cause of his death was unclear even to himself; their disparity was too great to put into words.

The other cultivators from the Ethereal Immortal Palace were left speechless, hearts pounding with awe. He was truly formidable! If not for being chased to the brink and deeply experiencing Old Monster Jia's terrifying power, they might have thought he was just a figurehead.

Unfortunately, it wasn't so. Old Monster Jia's strength far surpassed his peers.

But this guy, who had gained fame among his peers, met his end effortlessly at Lin Xuan's hands.

This description was not exaggerated; Lin Xuan merely moved his fingers, exerting as much effort as crushing an ant.

The difference in cultivation stages couldn't explain it all. While killing a Separation Stage cultivator wasn't difficult, what Lin Xuan did seemed too effortless.

He was simply formidable!

Meanwhile, the other disciples from the Ethereal Immortal Palace showed even greater respect and secretly rejoiced that he was an old friend of the late Grandmaster; otherwise, if he had attacked them...

They didn't dare to think about it.

"Thank you for your assistance, Senior. Otherwise, we would have perished here. Please accept this bow as a token of gratitude," the female cultivator curtsied gracefully, her face filled with gratitude.

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