Four Thieves

Li Su drew a deep breath. Cold light flashed in his eyes again, and killing intent stirred.

He was no mild-tempered man. Anyone who dared scheme against him had best be prepared to be killed by him.

To this day, not a single person who had tried to kill him had survived. Ninety-nine percent of them had been beaten to death by him. At present, only one remained alive—Eastern Emperor, that old bastard—and only because the man's realm was too high for Li Su to defeat. Otherwise, Li Su would have gone straight to his door and beaten him to death long ago.

You want the supreme treasure that badly?

Fine. He would grant you your wish.

Li Su swiftly sorted through his emotions and came to a decision.

Was a saint's supreme treasure really so easy to obtain?

Though Poison Snake had been injured, his strength was still there. Yet Li Su had killed him with one punch. How many Mana Realm cultivators in this world could withstand a punch from Li Su?

What a joke. Even with his Dao Fruit sealed and unable to use mana, Li Su's physical body had undergone Supreme Flesh's transformation, on top of receiving the feedback from the seven transformations.

Why had Poison Snake returned empty-handed three times in a row? Because he could not endure it!

The pressure was too great; he had been suppressed too severely.

He could not even withstand the outer region and had been crushed until he vomited blood. Clearly, the deeper one went, the greater the pressure would become. To reach the depths, neither talent nor foundation could be lacking.

The heavy fog in Dark Street had been somewhat abnormal lately. Its quantity was increasing, and clearly, the next time it shrouded the place would not be