"Do you want to live?" Lin Hao surveyed his spoils of war—the Martial Artists piled up like several small hills—and smiled brilliantly.
But in the eyes of the captives, it was the smile of a demon.
Unsurprisingly, no one answered Lin Hao's question.
These were all people of status. On a normal day, they wouldn't even deign to glance at a Martial Artist of Lin Hao's cultivation level. Having been brought so low, they were all simmering with a rage that had nowhere to go.
Lin Hao wasn't bothered in the slightest. He remained all smiles, but his actions were anything but ambiguous.
His right hand swelled to a massive size and pressed down on a pile of Martial Artists.
BOOM!
With that one palm strike, an entire pile of Martial Artists was killed instantly.
This time, it wasn't just the onlookers; even the remaining captives, figures of Sect Leader status, were stunned.
Even though these were only their spiritual projections, Lin Hao's methods were far too vicious.
