Go All Out

"Damn it, I got played!"

Li Su's face darkened as he looked at the ten Twelve-Fire Golden Core cultivators charging out. His expression was as ugly as it could possibly be.

He had only just suppressed three of them with the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, and another whole batch had immediately rushed out.

What the hell, were they playing with him?

Just where was this place?

With a sweep of his sword, the True Dragon Sword let out a violent dragon's roar. The true dragon inscriptions along its blade blazed, crimson-gold streams of light rippled, and Great Luo Mother Gold dao patterns flickered uncertainly.

Upon it rested a wisp of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords' sword intent, fused with Li Su's sword heart, sword god, sword soul, and sword intent.

Together with his heaven-born sword bones, it transformed into a supreme sword dao.

One sword beheaded, split bodies, and shattered flesh.

These people were like madmen, fearless in the face of death.

Li Su killed five of them in an instant, yet they did not care in the slightest, still charging fiercely at him.

The Twelve Fires shone like a bright moon amid the starry sky, layer upon layer pressing down upon his body as all manner of weapons stabbed toward him.

Faced with this behavior that seemed determined to drag him down with them, even Li Su found himself with quite the headache. They were extremely troublesome to deal with. The Twelve Fires were at the boundary-breaking level, having stepped into legend, and their attacks contained terrifying power. Even the physical bodies of the Seven Saints' Orthodoxy could be wounded.

This should be the end, right?

After killing the last madman charging at him, Li Su thought so—but in the next second, his expression changed, a flash of shock appearing in