"So what you mean is, I'll be dead?" Ling Han spoke with indifference.
"You can't be any more dead than you already are." Xu Xiu Ran nodded. "Right now, you are just a breathing corpse."
The five great sects ruled the realm for more than ten or even twenty thousand years; this was an extremely long time. Their rule couldn't be shaken. After accumulation of ten thousand years, the quantity of Shattering Void Tier elites in particular was excessive to the point of making every party lose hope.
What could possibly go wrong killing a brat at mere Spiritual Infant Tier?
Even if Ling Han was now in the Shattering Void Tier, so what? Being chased by hundreds of Shattering Void Tier warriors, even if his battle prowess was in defiance of the natural order, he could only die with resentment!