Sun Zhe held Qi Xue and Zhao Junwei in each hand as he slowly descended to the ground, his eyes hidden beneath the bamboo hat glinting with a hint of murderous intent. He stared at the skinny cultivator whose hand was still clutching Du Linghan's collar and said coldly, "Take your filthy hand away."
At these words, the skinny cultivator chuckled, instead of withdrawing his hand, he even reached it further into Du Linghan's collar, his gaze full of provocation.
After confirming that Sun Zhe was from Kunlun Ancestral Land, he had no more concerns.
Because in the eyes of those from the Outer Domain, people from Kunlun Ancestral Land are mere ants, unable to cultivate due to incomplete Dao Principles.
"Kid, what can you do if I don't take it away?"
"Ah—!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he let out a piercing scream.
It was actually a formless Taixu Sword Qi that flew directly and sliced his entire arm off at the shoulder!
