"Supreme Elder Li of Dao Tian Sect? How could that be?"
"How could this brat really be Supreme Elder Li's disciple...?"
Looking at the blue-robed figure standing in front of Jiang Xiaobai, Ding Chunzhu murmured to herself.
"What?"
Pan Yongyan, standing beside Ding Chunzhu, also widened his eyes.
Although he had never seen a portrait of Li Zhōujūn, even he knew that the newcomer had to be Supreme Elder Li of Dao Tian Sect.
Otherwise, the usually arrogant Ding Chunzhu could never have shown such an expression.
Thinking of this, Pan Yongyan began trembling from fear.
Damn it!
You're the dignified disciple of Supreme Elder Li. Why would you risk your life over a single Spirit Fire Pill?!
"Do you dare touch my disciple?"
Li Zhōujūn narrowed his eyes. Although not a trace of aura radiated from him, everyone present broke into a cold sweat that fell like rain.
There was no other reason. The mere title of True Immortal was enough to make any cultivator below the Mahayana Realm tremble.
"Supreme Elder Li, this is a misunderstanding..."
Ding Liangji struggled up from the ground, his face filled with helpless misery.
Even now, he still couldn't believe that this impoverished brat's master was actually Dao Tian Sect's youngest Supreme Elder!
"A misunderstanding?"
Li Zhōujūn shook his head. "If I hadn't arrived in time, my disciple would have already become a wandering ghost beneath your hand, wouldn't he?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhōujūn no longer gave them a chance to talk. With a thought, three terrifyingly powerful sword intents condensed before him, turning into three streaks of sword light. Like bolts of lightning ripping across the sky, they instantly pierced the brows of Ding Liangji, Ding Chunzhu, and Pan Yongyan.
At the same time.
Blazing Flame Sect.
"No!"