"Kill him!"
Before the Male Cultivator could even get a clear look at his surroundings, a cold, pleasant voice sounded in his ear.
Immediately, an immeasurable, brilliant starlight surged from all directions, forming chains that bound his body and Divine Soul. A terrifying pressure, like that of an ancient mountain, crushed down on him, leaving him completely powerless to resist.
With a series of CRACKLES and POPS, the Cultivator screamed as over a dozen of his Protective Treasures and life-saving trump cards shattered. A great mass of seven-colored flames rose up, engulfing him in a blazing inferno.
After a few more screams, the man fell completely silent. An invisible vortex appeared in midair and devoured his remnant soul.
"Shall we just kill every Cultivator who dares to trespass here?"
Ling Changqing said, then added after a moment of thought, "Perhaps we can consider sparing the young and beautiful Female Cultivators. Just imprison their bodies and Divine Souls."
