Even in his near-maddened state, Li Fan's body went rigid the instant those cultivators, who had ignored him all this while, turned their eyes to him simultaneously.

He stopped his mindless wailing and shifted slightly, trying to slip free of the weight of all those stares. Every gaze tracked the movement.

The eeriness of it sent a chill through his deadened heart. Then the chill hardened into viciousness.

Malice rising from his very core, Li Fan snatched up a heavy stone and hurled it with all his strength at the nearest Great Dao Sect disciple.

The disciple was only at the Golden Core realm, but Li Fan's cultivation was completely sealed, leaving him no stronger than...