Having said that, he sped off towards his destination.
In an instant, the two met, and Sui Xin grabbed the black-robed man's right hand. They were evenly matched and seemed to be evenly matched.
"Hmph, that's all the strength you have," Sui Xin mocked.
With his current spiritual energy, he could even encounter cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of True Essence, let alone the person in front of him who only had the cultivation of the fourth level.
"Let me test my skills on you," Sui Xin said with a smile, as the temperature in the surrounding air gradually rose.
The man in black robes began to panic.
But he was being held tightly by the disciples on the other side, and under the scorching heat, he felt as if he couldn't muster any strength.
He began to beg for mercy, "No, please, spare my life."
"It's too late, Feng Yan," Sui Xin didn't care about that, and gave the little fat boy a meaningful look.
Blood-red flames burst forth from his palm, instantly engulfing the man in black robes. After passing the man, the flames continued to surge, like a pillar of magma, unstoppable.
On the other side, a smile appeared on the chubby boy's face. "Bye-bye!"
He thrust his fist at the enemy before him, only to be engulfed in flames, with only scattered dust drifting in the wind.
After everything was done, the flames slowly dissipated.
He took a few deep breaths; the power was much greater than he had imagined, but it had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, almost half of it.
Before he used his magic, he sent a telepathic message to the chubby boy to see if there was a chance to help him get rid of him too. Now it seems the result is quite good.
"Wow, Sui Xin is strong!" the chubby boy transmitted his voice. The black-robed man who had just been burned to ashes was a fifth-level cultivator. He had just dealt with one of them, and this was the second one.
Others nearby were also drawn to the commotion, their expressions varying.
The disciples of Xuanyu Sect were naturally smug, as if the black-robed man in front of them wasn't so powerful after all.
The situation on the other side was different. Each of them had a solemn expression. These disciples were much more difficult to deal with than they had imagined. Even a True Spirit disciple had such strength.
It has only been a short time, and the death toll has already exceeded one-fifth.
"Damn it, they're all trash," a voice suddenly rang out, and faint figures floated in the air.
He was also at the peak of the Heavenly Origin Realm, and was still entangled in a battle with Lin Miao, so he couldn't get there in time.
Originally, according to his plan, he would first use a magic array to separate Lin Miao, who had a high cultivation level, from his disciples, then have fifty True Essence cultivators quickly finish the battle, and finally harvest Lin Miao together.
In retrospect, I had oversimplified things.
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