Zhao Ke didn't say a word, and pressed his hand to his forehead, suddenly pushing down.
Faint ripples of spiritual fluctuation spread out and were instantly perceived by Lin Xin.
His expression slightly cleared, and his gaze slowly moved to the other members of the Mysterious Shadow Cult.
"Spare our lives!!" One person finally couldn't bear the mental pressure and turned to flee.
Swish!
A red streak flashed, and Lin Xin didn't even move, the Red Flower Sword automatically flew out, circled around the man then shot back, its speed so fast it seemed like a straight line had flashed for a moment.
With a hiss, the man's body fell, quickly segmented into several parts with not a drop of blood spilling out.
"We are followers of the Mysterious Shadow Cult, our Sect Hierarch is a Daoist Master of the Kunming Mountain, I hope for your consideration in...." With a swish, his words cut off abruptly.
