"Xia Yitian, you actually came too." Li Poxiao spoke coldly, still unhappy about how I had destroyed his master's physical body earlier. After all, to him, Li Mufan was greater than the heavens themselves. His reverence for his master had been carved into his bones.
I still remembered how Grandma had fought Li Jianchen while Li Mufan was seriously wounded. The sight of Li Poxiao carrying his master away on his back remained vivid in my mind. He truly had respected his teacher and honored the Dao.
"If you can come, why can't I?" I replied with a smile.
"You... You're Xia Yitian... in person?" The male disciple who had first spoken to me earlier stared at me blankly, his face filled with disbelief.
The female disciple who had wet herself raised her head and glanced at me. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot. I didn't know whether she had fainted to escape death or had truly been frightened unconscious, but I couldn't bring myself to torment these clowns in the slightest. These people had merely attained Enlightenment. They hadn't even glimpsed the threshold of immortality. Since they lacked discernment, why should I stoop to their level?
Li Poxiao and Li Duanyue climbed the steps in unison. Several Nine Swords Dao disciples came charging down from the mountain, only for two streaks of sword light to shoot past with a whoosh. Every one of them lost their heads and died!
The Qian Kun Dao's return to the Dao was truly tyrannical. Those occupying the mountain gate left no one alive. The road up the mountain was practically one stop after another, and everyone who came was slaughtered cleanly, regardless of whether they were men, women, old, or young. Li Duanyue cleaved every one of their heads