Just as I thought Li Poxiao was about to be annihilated by that terrifying ghost-path talisman, a sword suddenly flew down from the sky. I had no idea who was up there, but that sword seemed to pierce heaven and earth. With a deafening boom, the black talisman was cleaved in two by Sword Qi, and it fluttered down to the ground!
In the darkness of night, that golden sword shone dazzlingly, as though it had split the darkness open and struck down every evil thing with a single blow!
"Li Taichong!" Zhou Qiping glared at the sky, his teeth grinding audibly, as though he hated him to the bone. From above, an old man in blue-black Daoist robes drifted down. His face bore the marks of age, and his hair was snow-white. He looked no different from an ordinary old man, except for the additional scarlet little sword embedded in his forehead, which made it impossible to regard him as ordinary.
The old man called Li Taichong frowned and lowered his head to look at Zhou Qiping. Then he extended a finger and swept it lightly, as though brushing away dust, directly scattering the Sword Qi he himself had sent down moments ago. Likewise, the substantial-looking dark wind was swept away by him: "Bullying a child is no feat. He did nothing wrong. Zhou Qiping, you have slaughtered too many people and fallen into this ghost path. The only reason you have not been executed is that your time has yet to come."
"Heh heh, Li Taichong. What's the point of saying all that? When you traveled about, didn't rivers of blood flow behind you as well? Slaughter is merely an everyday affair for you too. Besides, my ghost path is evil, but is your Household Dao not evil?