"Haaah!"
The old man roared as he rose, pointing his sword at the sky. Stark white sword qi burst forth like bolts of silk.
But the moment the sword qi struck the giant palm, the character for "suppress" flickered across its surface, and the sword qi vanished without a trace.
The old man tried to unleash other spells and divine abilities, but the giant palm had already descended.
Pfft, pfft, pfft-
The palm landed without an earth-shaking crash. There was only a dull thud that made everyone's scalp prickle.
Then peace returned to heaven and earth.
Only a massive palm print remained, starkly visible to everyone on the avenue paved with black gold stone.
At the center of the palm print, a pool of blood stood out like the smear of a crushed mosquito. All around it, the ground had cracked inch by inch into a spiderweb.
The resulting gust made every cultivator's clothes snap like banners.
Hiss-
Many cultivators sucked in a breath of cold air at the sight, staring at Li Dao in horror.
They were shocked by both his audacity and his formidable strength.
Little White Tiger's pupils contracted atop his traveling palace, and his muscles instantly tensed. He had assumed this was merely some nameless nobody, never imagining he possessed such strength.
Then anger surged through him. His attendant had been killed-wasn't that a slap to his face?
If word spread, he would never have the face to mingle in Pureblood circles again.
"You're courting death, brat!"
He shouted down the guardian hidden nearby who was about to intervene, then leaped to the ground and bared his fangs at Li Dao.
Seeing Little White Tiger descend, clearly intent on fighting Li Dao, many cultivators' eyes lit with excitement.
The commotion also drew plenty of other cultivators,