Just as the fists of the two People of the Ling Clan were about to land on Lin Mu, he opened his eyes.
"Why seek death..."
Not a question, but a statement.
Ling Huayu waved his hand, signaling his clan members to step back, and swaggered over to Lin Mu.
"You're saying I'm seeking death?"
Ling Huayu grinned widely as if he'd heard something amusing.
"What thing, a mere Wind Clan person who is only fit to be food, dares to..."
"Leave now, and I can pretend like nothing happened."
Ling Huayu's words were cut off halfway, coldly interrupted by Lin Mu.
Ling Huayu paused, wiped the smile off his face, and looked at Lin Mu in surprise.
"Interesting, you Wind Clan person seem different from the others..."
Ling Huayu first praised him, then laughed coldly: "But what's the use, believe me, if I kill you now, those Ghost Realm Guardians won't say a word!"
Lin Mu no longer paid attention to the twisted-minded clown before him, closed his eyes, concentrating on recuperating from his injuries.
"How daring! People, hold him down, I want him to know what is worse than death!"
"Don't..."
At that moment, Feng Zhan attempted to crawl over from the side but was stomped on the head by a Ling Clan person, his face covered in foul-smelling mud.
Feng Zhan roared: "Ling Huayu, this is my friend. What must I do to spare my friend, even if it means kneeling!"
Once Feng Zhan uttered these words, all the People of the Wind Clan were stupefied.
Feng Zhan was such a proud person.
In the past, he even disregarded the Wind Clan Elders.
His most famous saying was, "Elders? Give me time, and I'll be an elder too!"
This was a genius with a personality and aptitude as strong.
The People of the Wind Clan couldn't imagine anyone worth Feng Zhan's all-out effort, even to kneel before an enemy.
Feng Liu also looked at the white-clothed youth in surprise.
"This..."
Feng Liu realized that the white-clothed youth standing out amidst the chaotic Slave Camp was actually someone he didn't recognize.
Not a Wind Clan person!
What was going on?
Feng Liu was first puzzled.
Then he shrewdly noticed that everyone, including Ling Huayu and the others, was standing in the mud.
And the white-clothed youth, though seemingly standing in the mire, actually had his shoe soles slightly off the ground, hovering.
Hovering?
Not sealed in cultivation level?
Feng Liu felt his soul tremble.
He understood!
He understood why Feng Zhan was even willing to kneel, to stop Ling Huayu from attacking the white-clothed youth.
Because, it would expose the secret of the white-clothed youth's unsealed cultivation level.
Thud!
Feng Liu, with Eighth Tribulation cultivation, knelt straight into the mud.
"Ling Huayu, I am a Wind Clan Elder, Eighth Tribulation cultivation, and now, on behalf of the Wind Clan, I apologize to you, to the Ling Clan!"
Feng Liu's words left everyone present in shock.
Including Ling Huayu.
An Eighth Tribulation Overlord kneeling before him?
Why?
Because he was beaten?
Because... of the white-clothed youth before him?
Ling Huayu realized that the white-clothed youth seemed revered in the Wind Clan.
Could even make an Eighth Tribulation Overlord kneel and plead for forgiveness.
Could it be, this was a Wind Clan Prince? Saint Heir?
Just as Ling Huayu was about to speak, Lin Mu opened his eyes again.
He looked complexly at the kneeling Wind Clan Elder in the mire.
An Eighth Tribulation Overlord, absolute high authority in the Heavenly Realm.
Now, kneeling before an enemy to conceal his identity.
Lin Mu questioned himself, in another place, he wouldn't achieve what Feng Liu did.
Moreover, he couldn't allow such a respectable elder's kneeling to mask his identity.
Buzz!
A ripple flashed, and Feng Liu's body floated up from the mud.
"Don't..."
Feng Liu let out a desperate roar.
He calculated everything; his elder status, Eighth Tribulation status, was enough to make Ling Huayu abandon revenge.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Lin Wudi's pride.
He was only Emperor Zun in a past life, Lin Wudi in this life!
Kneel?
It's always others who kneel to him.
At this moment, everyone in the Slave Camp stared blankly at the floating Feng Liu, not understanding what had happened.
Could it be, guardians had intervened?
It shouldn't be, Ghost Realm Guardians never intervene in Slave Camp's internal conflicts.
This...
Before the others on the scene could comprehend what happened, the heads of the two Ling Clan people closest to Lin Mu suddenly exploded.
Bang bang!
Two loud noises made everyone tremble.
What happened?
Boom boom boom!
Another sequence of explosions.
A dozen Ling Clan people within a ten-zhang radius of Lin Mu exploded!
Ling Huayu finally reacted, retreating as if he'd seen a Ghost Charm.
"You... you haven't been..."
He realized it, the Wind Clan person was not a Wind Clan Prince but had unsealed cultivation!
Ling Huayu didn't know why this happened, but he knew he'd made a huge mistake.
"No... I didn't mean to..."
He desperately sought forgiveness.
Lin Mu did not pay heed.
Some, courting death themselves, cannot blame others.
Bang!
Ling Huayu's head also exploded, Sea of Consciousness shattered.
"Trace Origin, slash!"
Lin Mu waved his hand, a stream of light shot out.
A phantom appeared in the sky, a person resembling Ling Huayu, sitting cross-legged, nurturing thoughts.
It was clear this was an Incarnation with thousands of Fourth Tribulation Thunder Thoughts.
The Incarnation seemed to sense a crisis, abruptly opened his eyes.
Lin Mu's blade had arrived.
Bang!
The Incarnation's thoughts were shattered.
Ling Huayu, who hadn't been killed even when trapped in the Ghost Realm, died by Lin Wudi's hand.
Until this moment, did the surrounding Ling Clan people and Wind Clan people realize what had occurred.
"Why did this happen?"
Feng Liu painfully closed his eyes.
This was a Slave Camp, with Fourth Tribulation Ghost Soldiers.
And the human before him was also at Fourth Tribulation, yet suppressed by the Ghost Realm.
Now that his cultivation is exposed, he is sure to die.
The Wind Clan's only hope was extinguished.
At this moment, he harbored extreme resentment towards the Ling Clan people.
"Captured by external enemies, not knowing to share a common adversary, still obsessed with internal strife, such a race has no necessity for continuation."
Lin Mu's icy voice rang out in the void.
Bang bang bang bang!
All Ling Clan people fell one after another.
No wailing, no resistance, all perished.
Only then did the surrounding Ghost Realm Guardians realize what had happened.
"Bad!"
"Quick, go notify the Camp Master!"
A Two-Tribulation Ghost Soldier screamed, flying toward the Slave Camp center.
Meanwhile, Three-Tribulation Ghost Soldiers brandished their Ghost Blades, charging at Lin Mu.
These Three-Tribulation Ghost Soldiers had madness-filled murderous intent in their eyes.
"Still want to leave?"
Lin Mu's gaze was cold, suddenly releasing three thousand Fourth Tribulation Thunder Thoughts, spanning the void.
"Suppression of Heaven Technique!"
One technique can suppress heaven!
Around the Slave Camp, whether Two-Tribulation Ghost Soldiers or Three-Tribulation Ghost Soldiers, were all suppressed by the Suppression of Heaven Technique.
"Shatter!"
Lin Mu pointed a finger, and those Ghost Soldiers suppressed by the technique, all exploded.
Whether Two-Tribulation or Three-Tribulation, none were exceptions, offering no resistance.
"That is... Ghastly Qi?"
With rich experience, Feng Liu keenly noticed that within this human's Tribulation Thunder Thoughts, countless Ghastly Qi filled.
Compared to cultivators, this human more resembled Ghost Realm cultivators!