Cosmic Trading System

Mie Wuwei, the Hall Master of the Sword Immortal Sect, was indeed the Mie-surnamed cultivator. Hearing Lin Yun's voice, he widened his eyes and cried out in horror, "No!"

"Bang!"

However, it was of no use. Before his voice could fade away, his entire body exploded into a mist of blood.

The leader of the Sword Immortal Sect still knelt before Lin Yun, his head bowed low, not a ripple in his aura, let alone an attempt to speak out to stop it. He was merely an ordinary Level Twelve cultivator. He knew very well that to Lin Yun, cultivators of his level were not much stronger than ants, and Lin Yun could kill him with ease.

What punishment he would receive was still unclear, so how could he dare to plead for others at this time?

"Qi Tong of the Sword Saber Sect, during his time in the lower realm, thousands perished directly because of his actions, even more indirectly, and he also humiliated the staff of Qingyun Company. Now, he is sentenced to death..."

The voice that sentenced Mie Wuwei had just ended, and now it continued speaking.

At this moment, Lin Yun was no longer speaking aloud, yet his voice continued to broadcast across the entire Earth.

His power allowed him to say whatever he wanted with just a thought, whether he spoke out loud or not.

"Bang!"

Just as Qi Tong was crawling out of a deep pit in the ground, his body immediately exploded into a mist of blood. He didn't even have the chance to utter a word, only managing to reveal a look of horror in his eyes.

"The Hall Master of Dutian Gate... Hundreds perished directly because of him, an even greater number indirectly..."

"Run for it!"

Those level eight and nine cultivators who had come to provide support, upon hearing Lin Yun's series of declarations, no longer cared that their sect leaders and Supreme Elders were still kneeling there; they turned around and fled.

Even ants will seek to survive, and hearing Lin Yun's continuous sentences, which suggested he intended to exterminate them all, how could they dare to remain there?

"And for humiliating the staff of Qingyun Company, he is now sentenced to death..."

Lin Yun glanced at the fleeing people and did not attempt to stop them; his voice continued to resound across the Earth.

"Bang!"

The Hall Master of Dutian Gate, who had already fled thousands of miles, exploded into a mist of blood mid-air.

"Little Mist Sect..."

Lin Yun's voice was still echoing.

"No! No! No! I don't want to die..."

The fleeing Little Mist Sect cultivator heard this voice, and his body faltered for an instant as he cried out in horror.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As he spoke, he immediately burned his body's essence blood to flee faster.

However, it was likewise futile. Before he could get much farther, his body exploded into a mist of blood in the sky, and his voice disappeared into the ether.

"Great River Sect..."

Lin Yun began to name the next person.

"Hahaha! Since death is inevitable, even if I die, I'll drag a bunch with me to the grave..."

The Great River Sect cultivator suddenly stopped running and began to laugh madly.

He knew well the deeds he had committed on Earth were no less than those who had died before him; if they all received the death penalty, he doubted he could escape either. So, he thought he might as well take others with him as a cushion for his fall.

"Boom!"

As he spoke, an incredibly powerful aura erupted from his body and swept rapidly toward the area below. With the power of a level eight cultivator, this surge of energy would undoubtedly inflict terrifying damage once it hit.

A hint of madness flared in his eyes.

Didn't that Lin Yun care so much for these Earthly humans? He would kill a mass of Earth's humans for Lin Yun to see! He wondered if Lin Yun would feel a twinge of regret in his heart!

"Bang!"

However, before his power could land, his body exploded into a mist of blood in the sky.

At this time, Lin Yun's voice, sentencing him, continued to enunciate slowly across the Earth.

Lin Yun had killed him ahead of time.

"Divine Blade Sect..."

Simultaneously, Lin Yun called out the name of the next cultivator, the two sentencing phrases narrating simultaneously, creating a resonating sonic effect on Earth.

"No————"

The escaping Divine Blade Sect cultivator, upon hearing Lin Yun's name call, voiced his despair.

Seeing their formidable figures kneeling tremblingly before Lin Yun, many level twelve cultivators were utterly despondent, understanding that if their peers could not escape Lin Yun's killing, regardless of the distance, neither could they.

He realized the moment Lin Yun named him, there was no escape for him, and he could do nothing but wait for death.

This feeling was utterly despairing.

At this moment, he deeply regretted his actions, thinking if only he had known, he would not have harmed the humans of Earth. No! He wouldn't have descended from the Immortal Origin Holy Land!

At the same time, he also felt a deep hatred.

He hated the leaders of his sect, the elders, all the upper echelons... None of them spoke for him!

After all, the deeds he had done on Earth were for the development of the sect!

Indeed, some higher-ups in his sect were well aware of his deeds on Earth, and some even subtly issued bounties against Lin Yun. Why then, at this moment, was no one speaking for him!

In an instant, many thoughts came to him, but they were soon cut short as his body exploded into a mist of blood in the sky.

Another level eight cultivator, a personage who had been seen as a pinnacle figure by countless humans on Earth for over a decade, had fallen!

At this moment, people around the world were coming to realize what was happening.

Simultaneously, under the manipulation of many major forces, everyone's smartphones, computers, and outdoor electronic advertising screens started broadcasting images of Lin Yun and his entourage sentencing those cultivators to death.

Many humans on Earth were now aware of what had transpired.