Chen Ming himself was also a ninth-level martial artist.

Now, however, only the eighth-level realm remains.

Led by Luo Tianhe, everyone knelt on the ground, looking at Lin Jinglong with fear on their faces.

"Why aren't you making a move?"

Lin Jinglong looked at them with a mocking expression.

"Weren't you planning to strike first?"

"We wouldn't dare! Please, Master Lin, spare our lives!"

Luo Tianhe not only knelt down, but was also terrified to the core. He even prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging Lin Jinglong to let them go.

Lin Jinglong looked down at the group of people.

If the situation in this sacred realm weren't so complex and unpredictable, he would have wanted to kill them all. But now, he's using them as his fuel and slaves.

It's fine to consume their lives when they're useful.

Lin Jinglong felt no psychological burden in drawing strength from this group.

There are few martial artists in the world who are not worthy of being killed.

Lin Jinglong suddenly revealed a faint smile.

He went over and helped Luo Tianhe, who was kowtowing, up.

"Sigh! Actually, this whole thing was a misunderstanding. We're all on the same side. You've finally managed to cultivate to the Vajra Realm, so don't go astray. Why don't we cooperate properly?"

"Mr. Lin, thank you so much!"

Luo Tianhe looked extremely grateful.

Lin Jinglong smiled at him and said calmly, "There's no need to keep acting. I could tell as soon as you started. Hold back your tears."

"..."

Luo Tianhe looked extremely aggrieved.

Does that mean you're allowed to act, but I'm not?

But there was nothing he could do; Lin Jinglong's strength was undeniable, so he had no choice but to admit his mistake.

"Please, Master Lin, spare our lives!"