C158 (1/2)

Inside the Multi Yang Palace, dozens of True Third Generation disciples had drawn their swords.

Ma Yu stared at the head of Sun Bu Er, and was stunned. His face was covered with blood, and his hands were trembling as he tried to touch Sun Bu Er's face, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't do anything.

Qiu Jianji and the others were infuriated, but they were also deeply afraid of Li Dao's martial arts.

Even though they were fearful, they still wanted to use Li Dao's head to comfort Sun Bu Er's soul in heaven.

”Good scoundrel, do you think there's no one in our sect?”

Feng Ji's face turned red as he formed a sword sign and shouted at Li Dao.

”Everyone attack together, kill him!”

The rest of the people were shouting loudly, and the crowd was furious.

Li Dao sneered. It would be better if they were an army that would face death head-on, but would this group of True Gods be able to see through life and death?

”Since you won't hand over Zhao Zhijing, then don't blame me for not having good eyes.”

After Li Dao said this, he moved his feet, drew his sword and charged into the crowd.

It moved in a graceful manner, swinging out streams of sword Qi. With every step it took, it left behind broken limbs and severed limbs.

As Li Dao's longsword danced, the illusory image of the azure lotus began to solidify within the palace. Blood splattered everywhere, causing the azure lotus to appear even more holy.

Wherever they went, no one was a match for them.

With Li Dao's current cultivation level of the seventh level precelestial, he was simply an invincible existence in the great hall. He was like a lawn mower as he harvested the lives of these Daoists without restraint.

The Five True Sons looked at each other. The long swords were held together and pressed down towards Li Dao.

”Young master, be careful!” Sun Zhenzi shouted.