The one before his eyes was not him!
Li Su knew that well. He understood it too.
But he still could not help being full of rage, inexplicably recalling everything that had happened before—how that bastard with no martial virtue had ambushed him time and again, how he had sent people after his life.
Could not find the Crow King, could not find the Eastern Emperor—so why not vent on a Golden Crow?
No problem, right?
And most importantly, the way this bastard acted—the attitude with which he looked down on Li Su from on high, that lofty mindset—was far too much like the Crow King.
Perhaps, having experienced defeat in the Primordial World, the Eastern Emperor had become somewhat more unscrupulous in his methods. But at his root, that contemptuous attitude toward everyone but himself was exactly the same.
Li Su had no energy to waste on nonsense with this thing. One of his Three Purities Dao Fruits—the Supreme Purity Dao Fruit, which possessed the greatest destructive power—moved.
He raised his hand and casually thrust a sword toward the other party.
This sword released no light at all. Its sword intent was bound within the blade, the killing Dao patterns leaping within buried deep. Only the space cut by the blade retained the faintest trace—a trace of death.
Slaughter Immortal Sword!
Since mastering Supreme Purity Supreme, this was absolutely Li Su's first time skipping straight to the second-ranked ultimate sword of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation without employing either Immortal Slayer or Immortal Trap.
It was still somewhat forced.
It was simply too tyrannical.
It had nearly sucked him dry. Even the stars of twenty-two layers of worlds had not been enough; only after three successive eruptions had he barely scraped together the power.
Even with foundations as formidable as