Chapter 933: The Legend of the Black-Clothed Cult

Seeing this, Li Changsheng's expression darkened. He had never expected to be intercepted by the Black-Clothed Elder again. He even began to suspect that the Black-Clothed Elder was deliberately doing this to humiliate him.

Damn it! At that thought, Li Changsheng's heart flared with intense fury, and he let out a thunderous roar.

Blood-red light surged into the sky from his body, while his aura grew even more violent. In an instant, the entire heavens were stained crimson.

"Black-Clothed Elder, no matter how powerful you are today, you won't be able to stop me. I refuse to believe that, with my methods, you can truly defeat me."

Li Changsheng snorted coldly before launching an attack at the Black-Clothed Elder. With a flicker of his body, he had already arrived before him.

A chilling killing intent burst from his blood-red eyes and swept toward the Black-Clothed Elder.

The Black-Clothed Elder's lips curled into a cold smile at the sight. His target had never been Li Changsheng, but their Palace Master.

"Hmph, a mere ant dares challenge the dignity of the Black-Clothed Cult? You're courting death."

The Black-Clothed Elder snorted and abruptly raised his right hand, grabbing at Li Changsheng. In an instant, he seized Li Changsheng by the shoulder.

"Let go!"

Li Changsheng's expression changed when he saw how easily the Black-Clothed Elder had caught his shoulder, and he hurriedly struggled.

Yet the more he struggled, the tighter the Black-Clothed Elder's grip became. The elder's strength was simply too terrifying; Li Changsheng had no way to resist.

Just as Li Changsheng was plunged into despair and prepared to give up struggling, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind. A familiar feeling surfaced, and he finally knew what he needed to do.

"Hahahaha! I understand! I know what to do!" Li