Slaying Meiluo Bo

Tiger Rampart Warship, Sith Race ruins.

"This Beiming is far stronger than that Ninedust Dao Lord. With such terrifying swordsmanship, he has captured at least seven or eight puppets over the past few hundred thousand years."

"That Ninedust Dao Lord is the normal one! If every Dao Lord were as monstrous as Dao Lord Beiming, then we would be in danger as well."

The Emperor-class puppets hid in the core region of the Sith Race residential area. Although some of the surrounding formations and restrictions were incomplete, hiding here meant they need not worry about being captured by accident.

Most importantly, the four puppets left behind from the great war, each comparable to a Holy City Lord, had always guarded this region.

If any other cultivators approached or intruded, they would be directly pursued and killed by these powerful puppets.

All the puppets stared into the distance, where a white-robed youth holding two swords stood in midair.

"Dao Lord Beiming, are you still unwilling to give up?"

"You dare intrude upon the sacred grounds of our Sith Race again."

"These are the sacred grounds of our Sith Race. If there is a next time, we will surely make you perish, body and soul!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Four streaks of light flew out from the core region, each shouting furiously as they rushed toward the white-robed youth at more than a hundred times the Heavenly Dao limit.

"Sacred grounds of the Sith Race? The Sith Race has already been defeated. You puppets have remained in these ruins for endless years—don't you find it unbearably dull? Is there truly not one among you who wishes to leave?"

The white-robed youth merely stood there with a smile, watching them from afar. This white-robed youth wielding two swords was none other than Ji