บท 1842: Xue Lin's Crisis

Qingfeng Li did not feel a drop of sympathy towards those self-cultivators kneeling in front of him.

These self-cultivators had attacked him, not to mention they attacked Mengyao Xu, Ya Yun, and other friends of his.

If Qingfeng Li did not have powerful abilities, he would have died by their hands. The weak are prey for the strong and the winner takes all. It had always been the rule in the self-cultivation world. Losers only had one way to go, death.

Qingfeng Li scoffed brutally, "Unfortunately you followed the wrong leader. I will leave your dead bodies for your souls to reincarnate."

Qingfeng Li's right forefinger flickered forward abruptly and shot out several lines of cyan lights.

The cyan lights were vital essence energy and were as fast as lightning. They shot into the self-cultivators' foreheads and pierced through. Their bodies fell to the ground heavily, and they died unwillingly.