Just then, a voice, trembling with sobs, cried out from the crowd: "Senior, spare me! Spare me!"
The sound stood out starkly in the silent scene, filled with endless fear and despair, as if pleading for a last glimmer of life from the old man who resembled a demon.
The old man's gaze swept over the group of panicked cultivators before him, his eyes filled with helplessness. He sighed slightly and said, "I already made it clear that if you don't want to lose your lives, you should leave quickly."
He clearly wasn't keen on taking action.
Upon hearing the old man's words, the cultivators, as if grasping at a lifeline, hurriedly rose from the ground, trembling. Their legs were weak, some even unsteady on their feet, supporting each other, their eyes filled with fear and urgency, their only thought being to escape this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
However, just as they were about to make their escape, a flash of light appeared at the entrance to the secret chamber, and four figures shot in like meteors.
When everyone looked closely, they saw that they were four imposing experts at the Void Refinement stage.
This secret realm has special restrictions, allowing only cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage to freely enter and exit. For cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage to forcibly enter is virtually impossible, and the higher their cultivation level, the greater the difficulty. This is why these four arrived so late.
The cultivator who just passed through the Void Refinement stage was only at the early stage, but they were already at the middle stage. Although their cultivation level was only one level higher than his, once you reach the Void Refinement stage, it is extremely difficult to improve your cultivation. One level makes a world of difference.
As soon as the four appeared, their gazes locked onto Bai Ying like those of wolves. In an instant, they transformed into four streaks of light and flew to her in the blink of an eye.
One of them, his eyes gleaming with greed, coldly said, "You're the one holding the Chaos Spirit Fruit, aren't you? Hmph, if you know what's good for you, hand it over right now!"
The man beside him glanced at the crowd, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He said, "Brother, in my opinion, we should kill them all. That way, we won't cause trouble if news of our obtaining the Chaos Spirit Fruit gets out." As he spoke, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, eager to unleash a massacre. With that, he flipped his hand, and a Soul Refining Cauldron emanating an eerie aura appeared in his grasp.
The Soul Refining Cauldron was pitch black, its surface covered with twisted runes, and it faintly emitted a nauseating stench.
Inside the cauldron, countless souls struggled and wailed in agony; these were the souls he had collected and refined over the years.
At this moment, a mad light flashed in his eyes. If he could collect the souls of so many Nascent Soul and Spiritual Core cultivators present into the cauldron, the power of the Soul Refining Cauldron would surely increase to a higher level, and his own strength would also rise accordingly.
Upon hearing this, the man's lips curled into a slight, contemptuous smile. He glanced at the crowd and coldly said, "Fine, then kill them all." With just this simple sentence, he pronounced their death sentences. There was no pity in his eyes; in his eyes, these people's lives were no different from livestock, to be disposed of at will.
Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this.
"How dare you! We have many people from various sects here. Do you want to make enemies of all the sects?"
Upon hearing this, the Void Refinement stage experts burst into laughter as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
One of them laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at the crowd and saying, "You? You think you can scare us with sects? A bunch of ants, you dare to think we'd be afraid of those sects? You're just overestimating yourselves!"
The cultivators all looked at them with extreme hostility, but there was not much fear in their eyes. Instead, they all hurriedly ran behind the old man.
The crowd, who had been terrified of the old man just moments before, now saw him as their only hope for survival and wished they could stick close to him for protection.
Upon seeing this, the cultivator wielding the Soul Refining Cauldron revealed a sinister smile. He raised the cauldron high, chanting incantations. The cauldron trembled violently, and its lid slowly opened, releasing a plume of black mist from which countless shrill screams could be faintly heard.
In the blink of an eye, countless vengeful spirits roared out of the cauldron. These spirits were all at least at the Nascent Soul stage, and each one had a ferocious face, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the crowd.
For a moment, a chilling wind swept through the scene, accompanied by ghostly wails and howls, as if one were in hell.
The cultivator looked at the group of ghosts he had summoned, a smug smile on his face, and arrogantly laughed, "I'm going to turn you all into ghosts in my Soul Refining Cauldron, so die!"
The crowd turned pale with fright at the horrific sight before them, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. At that moment, the old man became their only lifeline.
"Senior, please save us!" The cries for help rose and fell, interspersed with sobs, a desperate yearning for life.
The old man looked at the panicked group of people and shook his head helplessly again. Seeing his expression, the people's hearts leaped into their throats, fearing he wouldn't offer any help.
The four cultivators at the Void Refinement stage, seeing everyone's actions, felt as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
They laughed so hard they were doubled over, one of them even laughing until tears streamed down his face. Between laughs, he pointed at the crowd and said haltingly, "There are four of us super strong experts at the Void Refinement stage here, and they actually dare to dream of surviving? Haha, they're just daydreaming!"
The cultivator wielding the Soul Refining Cauldron sneered loudly at the group, "You actually beg for help from a piece of trash like an old man? That's absurd! I'll kill him first and make you utterly despair!"
Having said that, he commanded the menacing ghosts to surge towards the old man. In an instant, the howls and whistles of the ghosts mingled together, and the air was filled with a suffocating aura of death, as if to engulf the old man in an instant.
The old man looked at the cultivator, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
Just as those vengeful spirits surrounded him like a tide, he calmly and slowly raised his hand.
He simply brought two fingers together and gently lifted them upwards. The movement seemed gentle, yet it contained boundless power. In an instant, a powerful force of law spread out, and those originally menacing ghosts, under the shroud of this power, vanished without a trace, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, as if they had never existed.
What's going on?
The cultivator holding the Soul Refining Cauldron was instantly shocked. He could hardly believe his eyes. The Yin Souls he had collected for so long had all been eliminated in an instant.
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