Look at You-You Don't Seem Like Someone Who Won't Listen to Advice

"No need to be so polite." Luo Jiushang waved her little hand. "Just remember what I told you. Whatever you do, don't fight King Senluo in the Senluo Death Domain."

Li Zhōujūn smiled without saying anything.

Then Luo Jiushang's gaze returned to Luo Zhenxue. "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and come back with me to prepare a gift!"

With that, Luo Jiushang waved her arm and left the restaurant with Luo Zhenxue and Luo Haojie.

Li Zhōujūn watched the three of them leave. Then, smiling, he drained the wine in his cup.

The scene shifted. Three hours passed, and Li Zhōujūn arrived alone at the entrance to the Senluo Death Domain.

The sky before Li Zhōujūn was obscured by flying yellow sand. The only road leading into the Senluo Death Domain had been neatly paved with countless dried bones.

Beside the road stood a sign bearing three flamboyant, blood-red characters: "Path of Achievement."

The instant Li Zhōujūn saw those three characters, a terrifying killing intent surged toward him. The surrounding scene seemed to transform as well, placing him in the midst of an ancient battlefield. A black-robed cultivator stood alone against an army of ten thousand. As his black hair whipped about, he raised a hand and unleashed a terrifying divine ability, causing countless cultivators to have their souls scattered.

In the end, the countless cultivators were slaughtered to the last by that lone black-robed cultivator, their bones laid out into a great road—the very road before Li Zhōujūn.

And that black-robed cultivator was none other than King Senluo.

Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Is this what they mean by 'when one general wins glory, ten thousand bones wither'?"

If an ordinary Dao Sect cultivator faced such a scene, they would likely lose themselves in it in an instant,