Rather than sharing a common hatred for the enemy, he had practically sold out his fellow disciples without a moment's hesitation at the very first opportunity.
That conduct was undoubtedly infuriating.
Li Su himself was especially enraged.
As the creator of the New Method, not only had the other man freeloaded off his cultivation art, but now he wanted to harm him in turn? And the cultivation art he was using was the very New Method Li Su had created.
For the first time in his life, he had suffered such a huge loss.
With Li Su's narrow heart, he wanted nothing more than to skin the man alive and pull out his tendons on the spot.
The New Method instantly circulated. Flames surged over his body, and the principles of Bifang manifested once more after more than thirty years. In an instant, they vaporized the deadly poison flying toward him, silently annihilating it.
He did not pursue the man who had framed him.
Though he had silently disposed of the poison aimed at him, he still drew the attention of the Golden Crocodiles not far away. Their feeding noises stopped at once, and dozens of Golden Crocodiles fixed their blood-red eyes firmly on Li Su.
Even if they were not Elder Jin himself but merely members of his clan, their strength not reaching the Heavenly Immortal realm, they were still extraordinarily terrifying.
Above all, their auras were far too savage, their killing intent astonishing—as tangible as substance.
Even Li Su felt his entire body turn icy from a single glance, the chill sinking into his bones.
In an instant, the principles of Bifang switched to the principles of Fei Lian. Li Su slipped straight into the wind and vanished into the distance.
After more than thirty years of quiet