Li Su raised a brow. Mainly because when he saw the man who had spoken, he found his features somewhat familiar.
The moment the other party mentioned a magic treasure, he remembered. This fellow before him was likely connected to the man named Zhou Tian whom he had beaten to death not long ago.
At that thought, Li Su's face darkened, and his mood soured.
The other party had first tried to ambush and kill him. When that failed, they demanded that he hand over his magic treasure.
Moreover, the malice in their eyes had not diminished. Clearly, even if he handed over the treasure, they would still kill him.
Just like that fellow named Zhou Tian—overbearing and tyrannical, with no regard for anyone else.
Li Su waved a hand, and the Fire Scale Blade he had seized not long ago appeared before him.
At the sight of the Fire Scale Blade, Zhou Ming's pupils contracted.
He knew that shape. It was the true form that only emerged after one had completely refined and fully mastered the magic treasure.
The next instant, all five of their expressions changed.
Li Su had drawn his blade!
Without a word, Li Su gripped the hilt.
In an instant, red light surged from the Fire Scale Blade, erupting in a dazzling crimson glare.
With a diagonal upward sweep, the blade light enveloped all five of them.
This slash was incomparably beautiful, infused with Li Su's own understanding of the Dao of the blade.
Though he had studied the blade for only a little over half a month, for an ordinary person, that span of time was worth more than a century.
Fifteen hundred years of time—even a mortal could comprehend the extraordinary.
Though all five who had come were Golden Core cultivators, they still