The moment Wang Lin said those words, the sky rumbled and a huge purple coffin appeared above him. The coffin fell from the sky and landed about a dozen feet in front of Wang Lin.
It created shockwaves that spread out in all directions.
All of the cultivators backed up with uncertain expressions on their faces.
An old man was sitting on top of the coffin. He calmly looked toward Wang Lin with a complicated expression.
The old man slowly asked, “You knew I was here?”
Wang Lin grinned and said, “Of course I knew; you followed me the entire way.”
The old man softly snorted.
One of the cultivators realized who the old man was and shouted, “The Corpse Sect!”
The moment the words “Corpse Sect” came out, everyone’s expression changed.
“Scram!” The old man was very annoyed as he waved his hand. The two cultivators close to him both coughed out blood and their bodies flew backwards as if they had been hit by a powerful force.