Wang Lin stopped himself and stared coldly at Qian Kun as he swept his vision over the token in the latter’s hand. At the sight of the token, Li Muwan was startled for a moment. Then her face changed as she spoke in a low voice: “This is the Hundred Days Killing Warrant! I did not expect such a weapon to exist in the Sea of Devils. I have only read of its description once, in an ancient book.”
Li Muwan proceeded to explain slowly and succinctly all that she knew of the pros and cons of the Killing Warrant. As she spoke it was clear that she was quite fearful of the token.
Qian Kun had been afraid that Wang Lin might not know about this token. If Wang Lin did not recognize it, Qian Kun knew that nothing he could say would dispel the former’s doubts about the truth of the token. And if Wang Lin truly didn’t believe him and then killed him, then it would have been like shooting himself in the foot.
But now, since that little bitch had already introduced the token, Qian Kun did not believe that anyone would still try to kill him while knowing about the existence of the Killing Warrant. Feeling relieved, he said: “Fellow Daoist, what do you think of my proposition now? Do not insist on killing me, for if you do, a warrant for your death will be placed on you, and that would surely be troublesome for you. The woman beside you would also get involved in it, so why bother? How about it?”
Wang Lin ignored Qian Kun and instead turned to look at Li Muwan. He asked her one word at a time: “Are you sure that we will be able to gain the other party’s cultivation if we survive one hundred days?”
Li Muwan took a deep breath and nodded.
Qian Kun trembled from the bottom of his heart. Realizing that the situation was not looking good, he began to retreat, when coldness flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes as one word came out from his mouth: “Die!”
Qian Kun let out a miserable groan as blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and then from his eyes and ears. With his divine consciousness shattered, he dropped dead. At the moment of his death, the token quietly flew into the air from his hands with a red light. It formed a huge word: “PUNISH”!
The word was bright red, as if it had just been fished out of a pool of blood. Suspended high in the air above Wang Lin, it looked extremely harsh.
Wang Lin looked up at the “PUNISH” floating in the sky with a blank expression. Pulling the dragon tendons and wrapping up Qian Kun’s corpse, Wang Lin took Li Muwan and flew back towards Wu Ding Mountain.
Mu Nan and Mu Bei both gawked at the huge red “PUNISH”. They felt greed rise in their hearts, but this greed quickly vanished. As they stood respectfully at their station on Wu Ding Mountain, they felt as frightened as cicadas in winter.
Wang Lin swept his eyes over them and asked flatly: “Does the Dou Xie Sect headquarters have any Yuan Ying stage cultivators?”
Mu Nan hastily said: “No. Let alone Dou Xie Sect, even within a radius of a million miles from Nandou City, there is no Yuan Ying stage cultivator. How could those seniors possibly take a liking to a place like this? They prefer to move around further inland.”
Wang Lin stared at Mu Nan. Upon being looked at like this, Mu Nan felt his legs tremble. Wang Lin asked: “What is the level of cultivation of the Dou Xie Sect Masters?”
Mu Bei quickly stepped forward and answered respectfully: “Ancestor, our Dou Xie Sect Master has reached Mid Jie Dan stage in cultivation. Reportedly he should be ready to break through and enter the late stage.”
Wang Lin sneered in his heart, his eyes flashed coldly, as he said : “You two lead the way to Dou Xie Sect headquarters.”