C246 (1/2)

The few men in black who had rushed into the room were motionless, as if they had gone dumb.

There was a similar group of men in black outside the door, but the room was too small for them all to squeeze in.

The stinky tofu followed the little bean sprout's finger and looked over. Coincidentally, Li Dao had retracted his long sword.

The few black-clothed men widened their eyes. They threw away the blades and shields in their hands and went to cover their necks.

With a touch of his hand, the head fell to the ground with a thud, causing blood to spurt out.

”Ah …!”

The stinky tofu shrieked and was scared out of his wits. When had he ever seen such a scene?

The little bean sprout gaped its mouth, unable to close it for a long time. Its performance was better than the stinky tofu.

Shangguan Yan, Liu Feng, and Zhu Hong were all dumbfounded. They too, ran around like the back of their hands, but they had never seen Li Dao kill people like this before.

Li Dao did not care about what they thought. He pushed away a few corpses that were missing their heads and walked towards the door, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Honestly speaking, ever since he had been conferred the title of Imperial Advisor in the Divine Eagle World, he had rarely killed anyone. However, this didn't mean that he didn't know how to do so.

A group of black-masked, black-masked Mystic Moon Sect members were fearless, or perhaps they didn't even know how terrifying the man in front of them was.

With a babble, he wielded his blade and shield and rushed at Li Dao. No matter how strong his martial arts was, with so many people around, he could still chop them into mincemeat with a single slash.

Li Dao didn't know what these people were thinking. When he was in the Houtian realm, he already dared to fight back and forth in the army, not to mention these dozens of trash in front of him.

Pulling his sword, Li Dao bumped into a group of men in black under the complicated gaze of Shangguan Yan and the rest.

He waved his sword, sheathed it, and waved his sword again.

Li Dao's movements were graceful and did not have any worldly pleasures.

Unlike Shangguan Yan and the rest, he was clean and neat with his moves. Unlike Shangguan Yan and the others, he was simple and unadorned.

Once this sword shot out, heads would surely roll down. These dozens of Mystic Moon Sect disciples didn't even have the chance to cry out in pain.

After a while, the area around the thatched cottage became completely quiet. There was not a single sound other than the sound of stinky tofu vomiting.

The blood pooled and flowed into a small river, stimulating their eyeballs and noses.

The long sword was as plain and unadorned as ever, without a trace of blood on it. Li Dao slowly sheathed his sword.