Speaking of which, this was the second cultivator whose Primordial Spirit Han Li had destroyed.
Most cultivators would not use the technique of projecting their Primordial Spirit to escape death during a battle. Because it required a certain amount of time to cast, during which the caster could not move. In a typical cultivator's battle, who would give you time to cast and escape? They would have already destroyed you dozens of times over in the time it took for your Primordial Spirit to leave your body. Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above could use their Nascent Soul to allow their Primordial Spirit to leave the body instantly.
And this Senior Lin and that previous Yu Zitong were both Nascent Soul cultivators, so they could use this technique to escape when cornered by Han Li.
Unfortunately, they were up against Han Li.
Han Li was already very familiar with the technique of Primordial Spirit projection.
With a simple trick, he could make the opponent's Primordial Spirit dissipate completely, unable to even enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Han Li looked at the Primordial Spirit in his hand that was trying to escape and sneered.
This Primordial Spirit was none other than Senior Lin's.
At this moment, Senior Lin's Primordial Spirit was only about an inch tall, its face identical to Senior Lin's, but many times smaller.
The Primordial Spirit's face was filled with terror as it struggled desperately in Han Li's grasp, trying to escape.
But Han Li's palm was like a cage, no matter how the Primordial Spirit struggled, it could not escape.
"Han Li, you can't kill me!" The Primordial Spirit suddenly pleaded. "I am an elder of the Sect of Seven Mysteries. If you kill me, the sect won't let you off!"
Han Li heard this, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face.
"The Sect of Seven Mysteries? I've even killed your sect leader, why would I care about an elder like you?"
The Primordial Spirit's face changed dramatically upon hearing this.
"You... you killed the sect leader?"
"That's right," Han Li said calmly. "Just a few months ago."
The Primordial Spirit fell silent, a look of despair appearing on its face.
It knew that today it was doomed.
"Han Li, I have one request," the Primordial Spirit suddenly said.
"Speak."
"After I die, I hope you can spare my family," the Primordial Spirit said. "They are all mortals, unrelated to the conflicts of the cultivator world."
Han Li was silent for a moment.
"As long as they don't come looking for trouble, I won't touch them," he nodded.
The Primordial Spirit's face showed gratitude upon hearing this.
"Thank you."
Han Li said no more, his palm clenched, crushing the Primordial Spirit.
Senior Lin perished just like that.
Han Li withdrew his hand and looked into the distance.
There, two more Primordial Spirits were fleeing.
They were none other than Senior Lin's two disciples.
Han Li's figure flickered as he gave chase.
A moment later, those two Primordial Spirits were also destroyed by Han Li.
Thus, Senior Lin's lineage was completely severed.
Han Li returned to his dwelling and sat cross-legged.
He took out the fragment of Senior Lin's Primordial Spirit from his storage bag and began to study it carefully.
The technique of Primordial Spirit projection was very peculiar.
If he could master it, it would be a life-saving technique for Han Li.
Although he didn't need it now, having an extra means was always good.
Han Li studied for a long time and finally gained some insight.
He put away the Primordial Spirit fragment and continued his cultivation.
The Heavenly and Earthly Gates flickered in and out of existence, seeming as if they could open at any moment, yet also as if they would never open.
Han Li was not anxious.
He knew that breaking through required a catalyst.
And this catalyst would come soon.
Because the army of the Yang Kingdom had already begun its siege.