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Zhao Zhijing was scared out of his wits. He had lived for more than thirty years, but he had never seen a person as reckless as Li Dao.

After finding a gap, he kicked Li Dao violently away. Zhao Zhijing wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

He acted so arrogantly, afraid that he might lose his life. What he said was absolutely true.

With a "kacha" sound, Zhao Zhijing kicked Li Dao a few meters away. The ribs on Li Dao's chest creaked, but the bones didn't break.

However, Li Yao did not care about that. He leaned on his sword and stood up once more. His eyes became even colder.

The big and small wounds on his body were bleeding, and his thin linen clothes were already stained with fresh blood.

Slowly standing up, Li Dao dragged his long sword and slowly walked towards Zhao Zhijing. His crooked steps were like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

However, it was his appearance that had caused such a huge impact to Zhao Zhijing and the others.

Apart from Yang Tong, Zhao Zhijing and his two disciples were frightened. In their eyes, Li Dao was no different from a devil.

Yang Tong and the other two Taoists were no longer fighting. They stared blankly as Li Dao walked crookedly towards Zhao Zhijing. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Big Brother Li, Big Brother Li, don't move, hurry and stop!" Yang Zhao shouted anxiously.

However, Li Dao didn't seem to hear Yang Lao's voice as he continued walking forward. Even if it was an egg hitting a rock, he would still go and try.

Looking at Li Dao, who could fall at any moment, Zhao Zhijing unconsciously took two steps back and took a deep breath. He was ready to retreat.

"Qingdu, Qingping, let's go." Zhao Zhijing waved his sleeves and called out to his two disciples.

The two Daoists were also scared. They heard Zhao Zhijing's order and immediately left.

"Where do you think you're going?" Li Dao shouted. He held his long sword and stumbled as he increased his pace. Then, he rushed toward Zhao Zhijing.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing could actually speed up his pace to leave, but if he did, it would mean that he was scared. Although he was already scared, how could he let others see that?

Especially since Li Dao was a fellow who did not know any martial arts.

He turned around and kicked fiercely again. Li Dao flew out like a gunny sack.

The blood in his chest surged, and in the end, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft! You reckless fool, you really don't care about face." Zhao Zhijing spat out a mouthful of phlegm and clenched the sword in his hand.

Blood dripped from the corner of Li Dao's mouth as he struggled to stand up again.

Yang Lao's heart clenched as he hurried over to support Li Dao. His eyes fiercely glared at Zhao Zhijing and the other two. If it wasn't for them, Big Brother Li wouldn't have been reduced to such a state.

Right now, Yang Tong's face was bruised and swollen. He viciously glared at Zhao Zhijing and the other two, causing a wave of discomfort to rise in Zhao Zhijing's heart.

"You little bastard. Do you believe that I won't kill you?!" Zhao Zhijing shouted. He had the feeling that he was trying to put on a brave front.

"You better kill me. Otherwise, I will return today's matter back to you tenfold or even a hundredfold!" Yang Zhao loudly said. At this moment, he only had hatred towards Zhao Zhijing; he no longer had any fear or dread.

"Good, today I will execute you, the traitorous disciple who cheated on his teacher and destroyed his ancestors." Zhao Zhijing raised his sword as a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Shut up!" You are not my master, you are not worthy! " Yang Guo faced off, while the thirteen year old man's eyes revealed a cold light.

The killing intent in Zhao Zhijing's heart was extremely strong. He had never felt such a strong killing intent in his heart before. At this moment, the killing intent in his heart had already suppressed his fear of Li Dao.

Just as Zhao Zhijing was about to make his move, something unexpected happened.

"Who's making a ruckus here?"

Two silhouettes flew out from the ancient tomb, staring at one of the silhouettes.

Had a Heavenly Immortal descended to the mortal world?