Xu Zimo did not stop him. He merely flicked his hand.
The lit lamp in the room instantly turned into a streak of light.
In an instant, it burned Li Xiaoyuan into ashes.
Xu Zimo turned to look at Xia Wanqing lying on the bed. She was only unconscious and otherwise unharmed.
He then left the room.
Over the next few days, Xu Zimo had nothing to do and cultivated in his room.
Half a month later, Xia Wanqing was setting off for Qianniu Dao Court. Xu Zimo had also finished packing and left with her.
During this period, the Jiuwei Sect had taken the initiative to seek peace, hoping the two sects could bury the hatchet and reconcile.
When they departed, all the Tianwu Sect disciples came to see them off.
Xu Zimo rode the Seven-Winged Demonic Dragon, while Xia Wanqing rode a Lightning Cloud Horse, heading toward Qianniu Dao Court.
They had to pass through several cities along the way.
Travel-worn and dust-covered, Xu Zimo was finally beginning his first true journey through this world since arriving in the Mortal Domain.
Beyond Star River and the Sunset Empire, they encountered several empires along the way.
Among them were quite a few even stronger Imperial Cities.
On this day, the sky dimmed slightly as dark clouds gathered thickly, heralding rain.
The two arrived within the borders of the Linlong Dynasty.
A gray wind swept past, stirring ripples across the horizon.
Amid the howling gale, the two slowly came to a halt.
Of course, they stopped not because of the wind, but because of the fighting not far ahead.
More than ten men in black were besieging a Young Man.
Several dozen bodies already lay scattered on the ground nearby.
The Young Man himself seemed to be in dire