Your Time Is Running Out

The Li Family had a habit of blockading people's gates.

The grand formation before Old Lord Valley radiated vast Dao resonance. Within it, Old Lord Valley's cultivators stood ready in strict formation, while the power of laws from countless experts seeped out from within like a silent mountain fire, so still that it seemed one could smell the mountain ash.

Today, Li Yaotie stood at the forefront of the trend. His enormous iron hammer lay with its head facing down and its handle pointing up, though it tilted slightly from having struck the ground at an angle. The hammer was barely three hundred meters from Old Lord Valley's mountain gate. Li Yaotie sat on the ground beside it, bare-chested and leaning against the hammer, arms folded to squeeze out his solid muscles as he rested. His bald head gleamed brightly beneath the distant Blood Moon.

Wave after wave of auras from Old Lord Valley probed him. In this way, Li Yaotie told Old Lord Valley that he had arrived. If they were good material, they had better stay properly in Old Lord Valley and make good on what Zhiheng had spread in Heavenly Rampart Prefecture.

Otherwise, even good material would be hammered into scrap.

The two sides were strangely harmonious. There were no vicious threats, only naked intimidation.

"Looks like they really can't wipe out Peerless Hall. They've set their hearts on fighting us to the death."

Li Yaotie shrugged. When he arrived, he had shouted that so long as those inside behaved themselves, he would give them an autographed, personally forged top-grade magical artifact. Unfortunately, these people refused to give Old Iron any face and spat at him. If he had been younger, he would have chewed them out no matter what.

Just as he was thinking this.

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