Li Xiao struck in fury

God-Worshipping Mountain.

The blessings on God-Worshipping Mountain had ended, and the disciples of the various Lineages descended the mountain one after another.

Apart from the few from the Four Symbols Sects, the disciples of the other Lineages all hung their heads in dejection, for they had not been chosen by the gods for a blessing.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Dan and the others emerged.

"Young master!"

Li Xiao nodded lightly. A golden gleam flashed through his eyes as he looked at Li Dan.

In an instant, he saw right through Li Dan as though he were wearing no clothes.

Li Xiao's gaze stopped at Li Dan's chest.

Looking closely, he saw an extremely well-hidden golden mark inside Li Dan's body.

Li Xiao slowly withdrew his gaze and asked,

"Have you felt anything unusual inside your body?"

Li Dan's expression changed, as though something had occurred to him.

"Holy shit, young master, don't scare me. Is there something wrong with that Divine Blessing?"

Li Xiao swept his gaze around.

Li Dan immediately understood and acted as though he had never spoken.

There were too many people around, especially with the people from the Four Symbols Sects all here. As the Upper Realm's topmost sects, the Four Symbols Sects might know some secrets. They could not let themselves be stabbed in the back.

Li Xiao patted Li Dan's shoulder.

"Relax, this is no big deal. Your young master can handle it."

As his words fell, an invisible force gathered in the hand Li Xiao had placed on Li Dan's shoulder and surged into Li Dan's body.

In an instant, the mark inside Li Dan was erased.

"Done."

Li Xiao clapped his hands.

"That's it? As expected of the young master. You make me feel so damn safe."

Li Dan slipped in some timely flattery.

"Boss, could you let me tag along?"

Just then, Bai Xiaolin spoke timidly.

"Not sparring anymore?"

Li Xiao smiled meaningfully.

"No, no. I can't even beat Brother Dan. I was overestimating myself."

Bai Xiaolin shrank back as he replied.

A person had to know their own limits. As the successor to one of the Upper Realm's topmost sects, he could not even beat an ordinary disciple of the Li Lineage. How could he have the nerve to spar with Li Xiao?

Besides, Li Xiao could not be measured by ordinary standards. If they sparred, he probably could not withstand even a single move from him.

Li Xiao gave Bai Xiaolin a meaningful look and said,

"Letting you tag along is easy. There'll definitely be a chance. When I have time, I'll visit your White Tiger Sect."

He would take his grandfather over for a visit another day. He refused to believe he could not drag that little scheme of his grandfather's out into the open.

He did not believe there was nothing going on between his grandfather and Nangong Meng.

"Brother Li, it's a deal."

The foolish Bai Xiaolin was unusually excited, utterly unaware that Li Xiao was lusting after his grandmother's body on Li Kuangfeng's behalf.

Just then.

Li Xiao frowned.

"Someone's coming."

Li Dan and Bai Xiaolin were left in a fog.

The next moment, a grim, murderous atmosphere filled the foot of God-Worshipping Mountain.

The elders of the various Lineages braced themselves as though facing a formidable enemy.

Suddenly, space rippled in front of Li Xiao, and several masked figures in black thrust their swords at him.

"Young master, watch out!"

Li Dan's eyes were sharp and his hands quick. He shoved Li Xiao aside.

But a black-clad assailant's sword was already upon him, and Li Dan squeezed his eyes shut in despair.

Yet the scene he had imagined did not occur.

An invisible shield suddenly appeared over Li Dan's chest, preventing the black-clad assailant's sword tip from advancing even a fraction.

This was the jade slip Li Xiao had tossed to Li Dan before he went up the mountain, to guard against anything unexpected happening to him there.

He had left a trace of his presence in the jade slip, enough to withstand a strike from someone in the peak Saint realm.

It had not been needed on God-Worshipping Mountain, but now it had come into play.

Still, the powerful impact knocked Li Dan aside, blood seeping from his mouth.

Li Xiao's expression darkened, and anger surged from his chest.

They dared touch his people right under his nose? Did they have a death wish?

Li Xiao furiously blasted a palm strike toward that patch of space, instantly shattering the surrounding space.

Several black-clad figures were blasted out of space and landed on the ground one after another.

Seeing their strike had failed, the black-clad figures prepared to tear open space and wait for another opportunity.

"Since you're already here, leave your lives behind today."

Li Xiao's face was gloomy as black-and-red flames gathered in his palm.

Netherworld Fire.

The next moment, Li Xiao swept his hand.

The surrounding space was instantly enveloped in Netherworld Fire.

At that moment, one of the black-clad figures tore open space, and the Netherworld Fire there flew toward him as though it had eyes.

The black-clad figure instantly turned to ash.

"Trying to run? I've already sealed off the space here. Go on, try to escape."

Li Xiao chuckled mockingly.

Seeing this, the remaining black-clad figures turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling.

As assassins of the Shadow Killing Pavilion, they had witnessed countless grand spectacles, but Li Xiao's bizarre methods made their hair stand on end.

Without waiting for them to answer, Li Xiao clenched his hand.

The surrounding Netherworld Fire swept toward the black-clad figures like a vast net.

As expected, no matter how the black-clad figures struggled once the Netherworld Fire touched them, they all ended up as piles of ash.

One remained.

Li Xiao slowly walked toward him.

The last black-clad figure looked at the demonic figure before him and prepared to self-detonate.

"Self-detonate? Did you ask my permission?"

Li Xiao raised his hand, and an inexplicable force instantly enveloped the black-clad figure. The power gathering inside his body immediately dispersed.

"You're from the Shadow Killing Pavilion?"

Li Xiao asked coldly.

Six Saint King realm cultivators with mysterious identities-with such a deployment, the Shadow Killing Pavilion was the only possibility he could think of.

The black-clad figure did not answer, his eyes fixed firmly on Li Xiao.

Li Xiao paid it no heed.

"Don't look at me like that. I know your assassins' rules."

The next moment, Li Xiao placed his hand on the black-clad figure's forehead, and a stream of information flooded into his mind.

Soul Search.

Then he pointed a fingertip, and the last black-clad figure also perished in the Netherworld Fire.

Having obtained the relevant information, Li Xiao prepared to pay a visit to the Shadow Killing Pavilion's headquarters.

The next moment, Li Xiao tore open space and vanished from the crowd, leaving behind a gathering of dumbstruck onlookers.

Li Dan hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

"Young master, wait for me! I haven't gotten on board yet!"