Master, You Do Care About Me

"You're going to die today!" Jinmang Dao Master said through gritted teeth, glaring at Zhang Ziqiang with a dark expression.

Zhang Ziqiang looked surprised. "Qingyan Jun couldn't kill me. What are you supposed to be?"

Jinmang Dao Master: "..."

He knew Qingyan Jun. That was a supreme expert who had become a Ninth-Rank Dao Master long before him.

He was known as the third-ranked Ninth-Rank Dao Master in the Main World.

Without exaggeration, if Qingyan Jun attacked him, he wouldn't last even one round.

"Heh heh, boasting comes at a price." Jinmang Dao Master clearly didn't believe Zhang Ziqiang.

"Hmph." Jinmang Dao Master snorted coldly, then looked toward Li Zhōujūn. "Fellow Daoist, we Ninth-Rank Dao Masters are all lofty existences. These ants will eventually exhaust their lifespans, while we can exist forever. Why don't we sit down and discuss the Dao? It would benefit both of us. Why strain our relationship over a group of ants?"

"You're a Ninth-Rank wreck with an unstable aura. What makes you think you're worthy of discussing the Dao with my master?" Zhang Ziqiang sneered.

"You're really courting death!" Jinmang Dao Master was truly enraged.

He clenched his palm, and in an instant, countless dazzling golden lights flashed. The golden light condensed into eighteen kinds of weapons, including blades, spears, axes, halberds, and more.

These weapons formed from golden light were as easy for Jinmang Dao Master to control as his own hands and feet. Splitting mountains and severing rivers took no more than a thought.

"What terrifying power! Every one of these eighteen weapons is enough to kill all of us!"

"If Elder Li of Tianhai Academy weren't here today, I'm afraid we'd already be dead!"

Several Eighth-Rank Dao Masters sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Die!" Jinmang Dao Master said viciously to