"Old Devil Xia! You borrowed a knife to kill people, and how many have died indirectly at your hands? Now you have the gall to come to the Dao Lineage for a meeting without the slightest shame. Ridiculous! The Dao Lineage may have someone who can tolerate you, but I cannot!" The young man strode out. [Burning^Text^Bookstore] His face was gloomy, and his killing intent bit like frost.
"Li Poxiao, have you forgotten the pain as soon as the scar healed? You're jumping around again?" I watched him emerge from the crowd, and the chill on my face suddenly deepened.
I never expected him to have advanced to the Enlightened stage. His Daoist robe had changed as well. Though it was still dark blue, the color around the lapels was entirely different, resembling the clothes Li Mufan had worn back then. Throw He Li's number away.
"Sect Master Li, you've arrived." Zhang Suli said this lightly, then greeted Li Poxiao.
"Sect Master Zhang, that would be me." Li Poxiao's expression eased slightly, but his hand remained pressed against the white sword among the three swords at his right waist.
He carried three swords. One was red as fresh blood, and with my Yin-Yang Eyes, I could see its surging, baleful aura at a glance.
Another was a white sword. It radiated a sacred aura, and strange outlines were carved along it. I had no idea what characters they formed.
The sword below them was the Qiankun Dao Sword. It was black and white, representing righteousness and evil, heaven and earth, and yin and yang. When Li Jianchen had held it back then, he had been able to fight Grandma to almost a standstill.
Everyone exchanged glances. No one had expected such a Cheng Yaojin to appear halfway through the fight.