A sword strike worth three hundred thousand taels

Lord vastsea did not leave peacefully.

……

He had thought that the little Daoist priest would not be able to bear to destroy his body that had just left.

However, when Li Chu pointed his halberd upwards and shouted,"sword control technique," a strong sense of danger rose in his heart.

Danger, danger, danger!

He could almost see the blood-red words appearing above his head, but it was too late to escape.

He had never expected this.

This little Daoist's Kasaya was far more than just heavy-handed.

Li Chu stammered in extreme anger.

It was a fatal blow!

Looking at the strength, it was clearly aimed at crushing the bones and scattering the ashes!

The pure yang sword streaked through the air with a raging trail of flames. Due to the narrow space and the short amount of time, it only took an instant for it to produce a world-shaking roar.

Lord vastsea cried out in his heart.

No.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong!