"Heh, he was truly seeking death," someone mused.
"How so?" someone beside them asked.
"Don't you know? He's Ling Han!" the person replied.
"Ling Han?"
"Gasp! That Ling Han?!"
The cultivators in the surroundings finally came to their senses. They had all heard the rumor before—three Heavenly Venerates had done battle, and the trigger was none other than a youth called Ling Han.
No wonder he was so powerful. As someone who could interact with Heavenly Venerates, how could he not be powerful?
Ling Han ignored their reactions. He grabbed the red wolf's corpse and tossed it into the sea. Those who attacked others needed to be prepared for being killed instead.
No one dared to snatch this corpse. The ill fate of the red wolf was already warning enough.