Zhao Rui had a broken leg, and was covered in blood. His armor was removed. With hair disheveled, he looked like a malicious ghost.

Seeing the misery his favorite son was in, fire of rage burst out in Zhao Gui’s heart. It was like only by killing tens of thousands of men could he quench his anger.

He was not at his maximum speed and had his eyes locked on the young man that was wearing his son’s armor. The killing intent was getting stronger. However, he was shocked and surprised. Clearly, judging by the qi and energy of Lu Li, he could tell that Lu Li had just made it to the Spirit Sea Realm. How could he kill Patriarch Qing?

Lu Li stopped. He looked solemn. It was lucky that he did not kill Zhao Rui. Otherwise, he could have no bargaining chip.

The qi and energy of Zhao Gui was ferocious as if he was as strong as a dragon. Obviously, he was a warrior of the Soul Pond Realm. Granted, Lu Li had his means, but he was not so arrogant as to think that he could compete with a powerful