All Mortals Have an End, But It Is Not Today

Amid the clouded skies within Old Lord Valley.

Li Xiang and the others stepped into Old Lord Valley, with the Fox Saint and Linghu Xian leading the way.

Old Lord Valley disciples filled every direction. These disciples had formed spell formations, clearly having prepared for this long ago.

At that moment, Li Yaotie, the Martial Emperor, Phantom Ghost, and the Drizzle Sword Venerable stood together. Sure enough, they had entrusted their backs to one another. The four frowned deeply. The Martial Emperor wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Even though they had already reached the Body Integration realm and had endured danger and great battles time after time, being trapped amid these dense formations still made his heart pound wildly.

The formations formed by Old Lord Valley's disciples were already enough to injure him.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid?"

The Martial Emperor nudged the Drizzle Sword Venerable with his elbow. Li Yaotie was broad-minded by nature, while Phantom Ghost had never feared heaven or earth; he could understand why neither of them showed the slightest panic. But even the newly arrived Drizzle Sword Venerable was this calm.

The Drizzle Sword Venerable frowned. "With the sword in my hand, life is in my hand as well."

"What if your sword isn't sharp enough?"

"Then it is simply my fate."

"..."

The Martial Emperor had learned something new. "You shouldn't cultivate the sword. You should cultivate Buddhism instead!"

The Drizzle Sword Venerable considered it carefully. "My sins do not warrant that."

The Martial Emperor was left speechless.

At the side, Changsun Feng surveyed her surroundings before her gaze finally settled on the Li Family Ancestor's back. Old Lord Valley's great formation had opened. They had thought the Li Family had plotted this long ago, only to find themselves caught in a