The many cultivators quietly watching everything from the Treasure-Splitting Cliff saw Li Dao, who looked like a heavenly god descended to earth.
Their hearts jolted with terror. They had no idea when he had appeared.
Those who had already sentenced Shi Hao and the others to death in their minds now had a glimmer of anticipation in their eyes.
"Li Zizai is here! He really is a young prodigy, already making his mark at such an age!"
"That must be Black Tiger Daoist! What a terrifying presence!"
"This pressure feels like facing an elder back home. It's suffocating!"
"Even if Black Tiger Daoist Li Zizai has come, he probably can't handle so many enemies!"
"Heh heh, now there's another good show to watch. I can't wait!"
Threads of black-and-red light radiated from Little White Tiger. At some unknown point, a figure shrouded in black robes had appeared behind him.
"Li Zizai, you finally came!"
"I'll make you watch your fellow disciples die horribly before your eyes, one by one."
"Today, I'll wash away the humiliation of that day!"
Li Dao looked at the black-robed cultivator behind Little White Tiger, his expression unruffled. He said calmly, "A Sealer? Quite an investment. You really went to some trouble to kill me."
Hearing Li Dao's calm, indifferent tone, Little White Tiger grew even angrier. He turned directly to the surrounding cultivators from the Western Tomb Longevity Mountain and those recruited with promises of payment. "Roar!"
"Kill him!"
"Whoever slays Li Zizai will be rewarded with a stalk of half-saint medicine!"
His tiger's roar shook the mountain forests apart, reaching every person's ears with perfect clarity.
The cultivators who had still been hesitating immediately began breathing faster. As they looked at Li Dao, the fear in their eyes slowly receded, replaced by greed.
"Fellow