Chapter 140: Displaying Might in Nandou

These Cultivators were all in the Core Formation Middle Stage, usually dedicated to cultivation. Even within the three major sects of Nandou City or the Dou Xie Sect, they would be treated with respect.

If not for the appearance of the Kill Order this time, these people would certainly not have shown themselves.

"We must hurry, otherwise, if this continues, it will surely attract Nascent Soul Stage Old Monsters. Don't think there are no Nascent Souls within a million li of Nandou City; what about beyond a million li? Once a Nascent Soul arrives, we will have no chance of success," an old man with a youthful face and white hair, yet filled with an evil Qi, stared at Wang Lin in the distance, his pupils slightly constricted, and slowly said.

"This person possesses Core Formation Early Stage cultivation, but why is he so formidable? Look, Old Monster Shangguan willingly became his Disciple. Even if we make a move, I'm afraid we won't gain any benefit," a gaunt old man next to him said with lingering fear after witnessing Wang Lin kill a Core Formation Early Stage Cultivator with a single point and then dig out his Golden Core.

"And that Flying Sword, I've never seen such a strange Flying Sword before; it can actually teleport! This is a Divine Ability that only Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators can master. The quality of this Flying Sword is definitely no lower than a Nascent Soul-level Magic Treasure, and it might even be Soul Transformation Stage. It has already slain a hundred Cultivators.

"Hmph, did you notice the ten people initially tied to the rope behind that Evil Star? Those were Elders of the Dou Xie Sect. He kills Core Formation Cultivators as easily as crushing insects. If you still harbor greed, that's your business. This Ling will absolutely not get involved now. Farewell!" A Cultivator, about fifty years old, stared at Wang Lin, who effortlessly killed several people in the distance, revealing a deep sense of dread. After speaking, he clasped his fists at everyone, hastily retreated, patted his Storage Pouch, threw out a shuttle boat, sat on it, and shot into the sky like a meteor, fleeing into the distance.

The other Cultivators remained silent. Suddenly, one person spoke, "The Inner Sea Emissary is arriving soon. This old man is absolutely unwilling to hand over a century's worth of savings this time. This is the only chance. If I can kill this person and obtain the cultivation Elixir, I can definitely reach the Core Formation Late Stage, and then I can keep my savings."

"Me too. My Lifespan is nearing its end. If I can't improve my Realm within ten years… so this time, no matter what, I must try!" The old man with a wrinkled face standing at the very back took a deep breath and slowly said.

After speaking, he moved, and with rumbling wind and thunder, he flashed away like lightning, heading directly towards Wang Lin's location. After him, the Cultivator who had just spoken also stomped his foot, transforming into a Sword Light and following closely.

The remaining Cultivators all kept silent, but their gazes were fixed on the two, observing the development of the situation. If the two had even a sliver of success, they would immediately rush over. Similarly, if the two had no hope, they had all decided to decisively give up on being enemies with that person.

Wang Lin pushed away the already dead Core Formation Cultivator in front of him, threw the Golden Core in his hand into his Storage Pouch, and glanced at the many scattered Cultivators around him, sneering inwardly. He patted the Dragon Tendon behind him and said calmly, "Come out. From today on, you can devour to your heart's content."

Having been trapped inside the Dragon Tendon, seeing countless delicious Devil Heads around, he was itching with impatience, but dared not go out without Wang Lin's command. Hearing Wang Lin's words now, he let out a sharp roar, materialized from the Dragon Tendon, revealing his true form, and instantly pounced on a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator who was frantically fleeing nearby. The Cultivator's body trembled, twitched for a moment, then rapidly withered, finally turning into a skeleton. A red light leaped from his head, and the Devil Head roared in ecstasy, "Comfortable! I can finally devour to my heart's content, haha, this time I'll devour enough to make up for it."

Wang Lin glanced at the Devil Head and then ignored it, instead looking down at Li Muwan. Li Muwan's face was pale at this moment, staring at the Devil Head, biting her lower lip.

She didn't know what it was, only that the moment the Devil Head appeared, she felt a heart-pounding sensation, and fear immediately showed on her face.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and coldly swept an eye over the Devil Head. The Devil Head immediately moved far away, chuckling inwardly, thinking to itself that it didn't want to be that close to him. The farther, the better, ideally never to see each other again from now on. The world would be vast and free then, how comfortable that would be.

Unfortunately, it also knew that this idea was too extravagant. While muttering to itself, the Devil Head chased after the fleeing Cultivators. Just as it revealed a sinister smile and was about to pounce, suddenly a crystal light flashed on the Cultivator's chest. The Devil Head stared blankly at the Cultivator's corpse for a long time before cursing loudly and continuing to chase the next Cultivator. After finally catching up, just as it was about to devour, a crystal light flashed… After the Devil Head went far away, Li Muwan's mood gradually stabilized. She hesitated, then raised her beautiful, picturesque head and softly asked, "It… it is?"

Wang Lin's eyes were sharp. Within a hundred li radius around him, there were no Cultivators left. All who had been killed by him were bound by the Dragon Tendon, turning into a part of his cloak, flowing behind him.

In this battle, Wang Lin's killing reputation completely spread throughout the million li range of Nandou City. At this moment, the corpses behind him were still no less than a thousand, densely spread out horizontally, truly covering the sky and sun.

Especially the blood-red 'Slay' character above his head, which was countless times denser than before. In the eyes of all survivors, this was no longer a huge temptation, but a proof of a powerhouse.

"That's a Devil Head!" Wang Lin said lightly, his eyes fixed on two figures rapidly fleeing, one after the other, a thousand li away. He slightly closed his eyelids, turned, and walked away.

"Shangguan Mo, Mu Nan, Mu Bei, have you three seen enough?"

The cold, emotionless voice struck their numb minds. Shangguan Mo's body trembled, and he quickly reined in his mind, flying towards the two Cultivators rushing over. A monstrous wave surged in his heart at this moment. Although he already knew that the Evil Star was very strong, he never expected that he was not just strong, but possessed a heavenly might that disregarded any Spell and any cultivation.

"Death Curse Spell… truly terrifying… If this old man can survive this time, I must Cultivate it no matter what. Damn it, if I had this strength, I could walk sideways in the outer reaches of the Cultivation Devil Sea from now on." Shangguan Mo took a deep breath. For the first time, he was no longer depressed about offering his Soul Blood. On the contrary, a complex emotion quietly arose.

A strong person, no matter where they are, is respected. This is especially true in the Cultivation Devil Sea.

The Mu Nan and Mu Bei brothers had the same mindset as Shangguan Mo at this moment. Their hearts were surging, secretly thinking that with the Evil Star's strength, the Dou Xie Sect would be unable to resist. In this case, if they wanted to save their lives, they would need to present a token of allegiance.

The two looked at each other, both gritted their teeth, and swiftly followed Shangguan Mo, rushing away.

"Haha, isn't this Old Man Ouyang? Come, come, we haven't seen each other in a long time, it's a good time to get intimate!" Shangguan Mo stared at one of them, cackling. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and the black sword behind him immediately unsheathed, bringing forth a trace of sharp Sword Light that shot straight out.

As for the Mu brothers, although they were in the Core Formation Early Stage, they were skilled in combined techniques. Against the other person, although they were at a disadvantage and somewhat disheveled for a while, they could still hold them back for a bit.

Wang Lin's gaze swept over, focusing on the few Core Formation Cultivators a thousand li away. A cold glint flickered in his eyes.

The surviving Cultivators had already fled far away, all shaken and wishing they had an extra pair of legs to escape quickly. Wang Lin's figure was like a brand, deeply etched in their hearts, accompanying them for life, never to be erased.

Among the four Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivators remaining a thousand li away, the old man with a youthful face and white hair, yet filled with an evil Qi, shook his head at this moment and was about to turn and leave when his pupils suddenly constricted sharply.

A man and a woman stood ten zhang behind him. The man had a large 'Slay' character above his head, and wisps of bloody intent drifted out.

The other Cultivators noticed the anomaly, turned around, and their expressions immediately changed drastically. They all conjured their Magic Treasures, staring at Wang Lin as if facing a great enemy, but dared not make the first move.

Wang Lin swept his gaze over the four and said coldly, "Scram!"

Among the four, except for the previous gaunt old man who showed gratitude and quickly left after putting away his Magic Treasure, the other three's faces turned red and then pale. One of them retreated slightly and lightly snorted, "Today's matter…"

Li Muwan sighed inwardly, thinking, "If you don't leave quickly, what's the use of saying these useless words?" Sure enough, before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin frowned, waved his right hand, and his extreme realm Divine Sense instantly spread out. The person's words immediately turned into a scream, his eyes turned red, his hands clutched his head, and with a bang, his head turned into a bloody mist. A Golden Core stained with fresh blood flew into Wang Lin's hand.

The remaining two Cultivators turned and ran without a word. Wang Lin's eyes flickered, staring at them, and his extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly emerged, leaving a mark on their bodies.

Just then, a scream came from the Cultivator fighting Shangguan Mo, and then that Cultivator fled in a panic. Before he could fly far, a crystal light and the Devil Head's red light appeared simultaneously. The Devil Head roared, "You're stealing mine again! You can't steal this one, this is mine, mine!"

However, it was still a step too late. As the crystal light flickered, a bowl-sized wound appeared on the Cultivator's chest.

Half an incense stick later, after the Core Formation Cultivator fighting the Mu brothers died from Shangguan Mo's sneak attack, Wang Lin moved, the crystal Flying Sword retracted into his body, and the Devil Head, unwillingly, returned to the Dragon Tendon.

"Continue leading the way," Wang Lin's voice was full of coldness, his killing intent overwhelming.

Wang Lin knew clearly that to gain a firm foothold here, he had to establish his authority, and the Dou Xie Sect would be the best choice for him to do so.

The Mu Nan and Mu Bei brothers now held Wang Lin in extremely high regard in their hearts, especially Mu Bei, whose eyes revealed undisguised reverence. He immediately flew out first, guiding the way towards the Dou Xie Sect.

Behind Wang Lin, the densely packed corpses exuded Death Qi, which was more deterrent than any words. Along the way, anyone with malicious intentions, upon seeing the thousands of corpses, all turned pale, avoiding him one by one, fearing they would be implicated.