Who?
The young Daoist glanced over, then without another word casually flung out a streak of golden light.
Within that golden light was a short blade. It nearly instantly sliced through the seawater, leapt across the expanse, and arrived before Li Changshou's forehead!
In that instant, Li Changshou saw the shockwaves produced as the seawater and the very fabric of space were pierced by the short blade within that golden light...
It gave him no chance to speak at all. In the blink of an eye, the short blade cleaved down upon his head...
"Where did this ant crawl out from?"
The young Daoist snorted coldly. He glanced at the figure that had been split directly in two, then continued preparing to activate the blood-red pearl in his hand.
Before the young Daoist could withdraw his gaze, another figure suddenly flew from the left sleeve of the split figure. It was once again in the form of that middle-aged Daoist.
"Hold on!"
"Hm?"
The young Daoist's brows creased slightly. Another golden light shot out from behind him, instantly severing the newly emerged figure.
"Noisy."
The young Daoist spoke coldly. The blood-red pearl hovered before him as his hands began rapidly forming hand seals, blood light continuously pulsing from the pearl.
Then another loud shout rang out:
"Golden Cicada! You have quite the nerve!"
Golden Cicada froze, turning to look at the one who had shouted. His narrow eyes slowly narrowed.
The Daoist he had cut down twice had already had both previous corpses vanish. Yet now, the exact same middle-aged man was standing there again.
On closer inspection, this seemed to be an incarnation...
Golden Cicada frowned slightly and stopped moving. A measure of wariness appeared in his eyes, and he put away his earlier disdain.
Those acquainted with him