Wind and snow swept across the land!
The Daoist wiped his rust-speckled longsword and adjusted his state.
"Should I use Great Zhou's secret sword art in a moment?"
"Or Great Gan Empire's secret sword art?"
"Forget it. Chu Qing's enemies shouldn't be that formidable!"
"I'd better use Great Gan Empire's sword art!"
"It was always good to keep a few trump cards in reserve!"
Soon:
He saw a great dragon formed from wind and snow roaring toward him from afar.
Even from a great distance, he could feel the sky-piercing killing intent.
That killing intent frightened him.
Gulp!
The Daoist swallowed. "Why is this killing intent so dense? Why is it so vicious?"
"It's rather terrifying!"
"But I'm half a step into the New Realm. I'm not afraid!"
The Daoist bolstered his courage.
He found a whetstone, lowered his head, and rasped his longsword against it.
A terrifying sonic boom erupted, and a pair of feet appeared before his eyes.
Without raising his head, the Daoist sneered. "Who are you?"
The owner of those feet said coldly, "Old bastard, have you seen a young man?"
The Daoist sneered. "Sorry, I..."
The Daoist's whetstone exploded.
"Old bastard, raise your head and answer my question!"
The Daoist laughed in extreme anger. He raised his head and flicked his fingers against the longsword. "It seems that after two years out of the martial world, you've all forgotten how terrifying I... am!"
The Daoist muttered.
At first, he was displeased and wanted to kill someone.
But after raising his head, he calmed down.
All of a sudden, he felt that killing people was rather meaningless.
Planting trees was better.
Because:
Figures streaked through the air one after another.
One...
A hundred...
Several hundred...
They were densely packed, all young men and women.
This group