"Lin Chang'sheng, considering you are a disciple of the Immortal Palace, I'll give you one chance. Abandon all your cultivation, start the Righteous Dao anew, and you will be spared from death!"
Meng Zheng stared at Lin Chang'sheng and barked.
If it were any other evil cultivator, he would have struck them dead already.
But Lin Chang'sheng still carries weight in the Immortal Realm—after all, even the Immortal Palace issued an order seeking him.
If they were to kill him, the Immortal Palace would surely demand answers.
So as long as Lin Chang'sheng crippled his own cultivation, he could let him live.
"How laughable. That's a line I should say to you. If you leave before I make my move, you still have a chance. But once you strike, survival will no longer be an option!"
Lin Chang'sheng spoke earnestly.
If they don't attack, Lin Chang'sheng can't be bothered to kill them.
But if they make a move, then they are enemies.
And Lin Chang'sheng shows no mercy to his enemies.
