Draw Sword, Slay Spirit Transformation

Sun Slayer True Lord looked the same as ever.

Like some yellow-haired punk who had dyed his hair at a roadside salon, yellow streaked with black, his complexion as pale as if he had spent seven days and nights in an internet café. He wore a leather jacket, ripped pants, and a pair of sneakers from who knew what era.

"What are you all...?"

Li Ritian stood there blankly. Looking at True Lord Dinghai and the others' yellow hair, his thoughts immediately fell into disarray.

No—

In less than a century, had the Immortal Sect's demonic winds of fashion really blown this far?

"Senior Sun Slayer!"

"Your aesthetic sense truly transcends the age! Across the river of time, none can compare!"

Slaughter Spirit True Lord flung his yellow hair and said fawningly, "Just look at this curled yellow hair—how beautiful, how handsome! If I'd had your taste back then, marrying an immortal maiden would have been easy as pie, something I could have done with a crook of my finger."

"You are the guiding beacon upon the road of my life!"

He sighed as though reciting poetry.

"Stop!"

"Don't disgust me."

Li Ritian immediately got the chills. He ran a hand through his hair and said unappreciatively, "That ferocious one-eyed look of yours has nothing to do with fashion trends."

"This is an insult to my art!"

"It's true—I suddenly awakened to aesthetic awareness..."

Slaughter Spirit True Lord forcefully defended himself.

"Enough, stop talking nonsense!"

"Tell me."

Li Ritian said helplessly, "Stop disgusting me. What do you want?"

"I'll say this first: I've only just advanced, and my pockets are so poor they're shedding dust. I don't have a single cent. Don't even think about getting any rewards from me—I don't even know where my next meal is coming from."