"Esteemed one? This poor Daoist wanted to see which clan's disciple it was!"
Hearing the alarmed cries of the long-bearded Daoist priest and the other man, Li Qingyun's heart stirred. He controlled the red light raging in all directions and calmly followed behind them, crossing rows upon rows of heavenly palaces as he swept toward Sword Tree Mountain.
At the same time, he did not forget that safety came first. With a surge of divine sense, the entire Sword Tree Mountain was swiftly shrouded in invisible Path of Rebirth Intent.
With a single thought, hundreds of millions of births and deaths rose and vanished. For a short while, it was enough to block certain gazes descending from above.
The accumulated experiences of his three identities had long built Li Qingyun into an old villain of ten thousand years—no, a gentleman of ten thousand years!
How could there possibly be any mishap or mistake?
Behind him, Bai Yutian stared at her master's back with an exceedingly exaggerated expression of fervor and awe. Yet she did not follow, remaining where she was as she skillfully began clearing away the corpses scattered across the ground.
Her master was actually this mighty and valiant!
With one sweep of his sword, he had cut down more than a dozen Heavenly Lords, including three Tree Connecting Realm cultivators!
I really had latched onto a powerful thigh!
Even if Li Qingyun set her free now, she would not want to leave.
How exhilarating was life now—settling grudges with swift delight! Who would still be willing to return to that drifting, precarious life of a nobody with no backing, never knowing whether they would survive until dawn?
Sword Tree Mountain, Chaos Tree Chamber.
In the vague darkness, only a young figure sat proudly cross-legged within, faint lotus patterns