Chapter 129: Li Clan Patriarch! (2/2)

The sword swept through the air, not toward theHao A boo Hao’s body He lost control of hie

As he fell, grasping hands reached toward hi hi Hao’s Cultivation base was suddenly restricted; he couldn’t circulate it at all He could only watch as he was slowly pulled down into the ooze

His eyes were red, filled with resistance and ferocity

Thesuppressed, suddenly let out a shrill howl Tre, it lifted its head Its mountain-like body suddenly exploded with an unprecedented power Cracking sounds could be heard from inside it It suddenly seemed as if it would burst into flaan to expand; it was now thirtyIt burst free froh the ancient seal within itself It fleith a roar, charging toward Meng Hao, as already half sunk into the ooze

“So, the burning of the Blood spirit…” said the statue coldly “Blood Divinities are bloodthirsty, and have no feelings You second-rate spawn of Blood You do not deserve to have spiritual consciousness” It raised its left hand, and then the sword began to slash down again, to exter Hao and the mastiff in one fell swoop

But then suddenly, before the sword could fall, a look of struggle appeared in the eyes of the statue The sword paused in mid-air

“The will of the Blood slave…” said the statue, its voice gri to help your acy to live on, to be acquired by another Why… why are you resisting acy tournament, so for le in its eyes gradually began to fade

Meanwhile, the ulfed in a bloody flalow of flames emanated in all directions It instantly turned countless ar a pale-faced Meng Hao The rabbed hi toward the large door in the ancient tely ready to sacrifice everything to get Meng Hao to the door

Meng Hao’s eyes snapped open, and he looked at the gle was now aliant sword into the sludge, and suddenly, the countless ar hands, flying toward Meng Hao

TheHao, and a wistful expression appeared in its eyes As the myriad of hands closed in, its body erupted into fla Hao toward the stone door It had no time to lick his hand as it had when it was slow around its body was already fading, and weakness flashed in its eyes A death aura began to emanate out of it as the countless hands surrounded it The tens upon tens of thousands of encircling hands wrenched it down into the ooze

Its eyes istful as it see of how it had stretched out on its master’s palm, and hoonderful it felt to be pet on the head It reht of itsHao watched all of this dumbfounded His body slaan to fall apart Everything inside, including the mastiff, disappeared And yet, what he had just witnessed could never be forgotten

The lance into his eyes caused hi fury

Back in the sixth one Its right hand lowered and opened up

There, standing on the palm of its hand, was a man He wore a white robe, and was extre in the air next to hion This was none other than… the Chosen of the Li Clan, Li Daoyi!

He stood on the statue’s palm, an expression of utmost respect on his face He knelt down on one knee and offered a deep salute

“Junior pays respects to the Patriarch”

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, Joshua Jacobs and Anyonymous