Rao Lin rose, his expression terrifyingly dark. He immediately summoned the Human Emperor Battle Halberd and thrust it through Li Ji's chest.
"Nothing but a cheap whore. Her death is no loss..."
Poor Li Ji, a Holy Maiden of dazzling grace, only saw Rao Lin's true feelings toward her in her final moments, cementing her reputation as damaged goods. Although there had been no real affection between her and Rao Lin, they were husband and wife, after all, and she would never have another chance to defend herself.
"You're courting death!"
Overcome with grief and rage, Li Dao Hong swung his enormous palm at Rao Lin.
"Tell me, if M Xue kills two Sacred Lords in a single day, won't her name endure all the more through the ages?"
Just as Li Dao Hong swung his palm at Rao Lin, Li Muxue moved as well. Pear-blossom sword shadows slashed toward him like a river, like a waterfall. Rao Lin rose at the same time, Human Emperor Battle Halberd in hand, and fearlessly met Li Dao Hong's enormous palm head-on.
Seeing this, Tao Hang refused to be outdone. After all, he too was an emperor's successor. Seeing Rao Lin and Li Muxue display such brilliance against a supreme expert, a Sacred Lord of their age, he immediately rose, a peachwood Sword Formation circling him, and boldly joined the two prodigies in their battle against Li Dao Hong.
Facing the combined assault of three mighty experts of the younger generation, Li Dao Hong felt immense pressure despite his profound cultivation. The scene of Xie Tianqiong's final moments suddenly surged into his mind. How hateful, how sorrowful, how lamentable-a hero in his twilight, his strength no longer equal to his will.
Li Dao Hong truly had not expected to fall into such a