"Do you remember the incident where you slaughtered more than two thousand Daoist cultivators on Great Spirit Mountain?" The bald man questioned Mo Lin again.
"I did not kill anyone on Great Spirit Mountain," Mo Lin said slowly to the bald man.
"Are you still trying to deny? Jiang Yun has already confessed everything about you," the bald man lightly scolded.
Upon hearing Jiang Yun's name, Mo Lin's pupils instantly constricted, and a wave of murderous intent surged forth.
"What have you done with Jiang Yun?" Mo Lin asked the bald man.
"You should be more concerned about yourself since you are unable to protect yourself now."
The bald man sneered at Mo Lin, "I heard your cultivation level has fallen?
Now you're just a Two-Colored Red Dust Immortal?"
The bald man motioned to the more than twenty people behind him, saying slowly, "All of us here have a minimum level of Five-Colored Red Dust Immortal. I wonder if you'll survive today in our hands."
