Just as Zhong Dong's voice fell, the giant sword in the sky descended upon Black Cloud Daoist like a bolt of lightning.
In an instant.
The giant sword sank into Black Cloud Daoist's body. Although his body still appeared completely unharmed, his Immortal Soul had in fact already been obliterated by the giant sword, leaving not even a trace behind.
"This sword actually managed to sever an Immortal Soul without harming the immortal body. Immortal Lord Li's sword-control technique has reached such a terrifying level. No wonder he's the youngest Immortal Lord powerhouse!"
Seeing this, the True Immortals of the Gravekeeper Clan were all shaken by Li Zhōujūn's strength.
In reality, Li Zhōujūn had merely flung out a Spirit Talisman.
"Master!"
At that moment, Zhong Dong looked at Black Cloud Daoist, who stood motionless with all life gone from his eyes. Although his face was filled with grief, a trace of imperceptible delight flashed through the depths of his eyes.
"We thank Immortal Lord for saving us!"
At the same time, after coming to their senses, all the True Immortals of the Gravekeeper Clan respectfully bowed to Li Zhōujūn.
Li Zhōujūn paid no attention to the people of the Gravekeeper Clan. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward Zhong Dong.
He was considering whether to kill this boy or not.
After all, judging from Zhong Dong's life story, he seemed to fit the template of a Child of Destiny rather well.
He had killed Zhong Dong's master, and he had been in the right.
But was a Child of Destiny the sort of existence who cared about reason?
If Zhong Dong merely harbored hatred toward him, Li Zhōujūn naturally had nothing to fear. What he feared was this boy attacking the Dao Tian Sect.
Zhong Dong seemed to