Several ghost beasts rushed forward to bite them, but the young man let out a sharp cry. Sword Qi soared out, forming the illusory figures of several divine generals, and mercilessly slashing the ghost beasts away.
The ghost soldiers and ghost generals no longer dared advance. Instinctively, they surrounded the two of them and retreated step by step.
The old man carrying three swords had not made a move at all. He merely wore a kindly, faint smile and followed behind the young man at a distance that was neither near nor far.
Li Poxiao!
I drew a deep breath as I approached. Who else could that vigorous young man be if not Li Poxiao? His calm expression was as sharp as if carved by knives and axes, his eyes burned like bolts of lightning, and the sword in his hand was just like his heart, making people afraid to come within half a step of him. Mu Fengdou carried it.
The hunched old man looked as if he were at death's door. Every step seemed extraordinarily difficult, but his movement had never slowed. Whenever Li Poxiao took a few steps, the old man easily caught up.
Just then, the hunched old man turned his head and looked toward me. A gleam flashed in his eyes, as though an old man on the verge of death had suddenly returned to life.
I was startled. How profound did this old man's cultivation have to be? He had actually spotted my presence from so far away.
Yet he did not come toward me. Instead, he stayed no more than half a step from Li Poxiao.
The Qiankun Dao really had plenty of powerful backers. Li Poxiao had only been gone a short while, yet he had already latched onto such a thick