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"Young Hero, let us give you a hand!"

Song Qiuyang's defeat was obvious, and everyone could tell that it was him. Immediately, many people started shouting about wanting to help.

Hearing this, Li Dao almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

He wouldn't complain if he wanted to come up and take advantage of the situation, but what the hell was a young hero?

He had just emerged from the martial arts world. A seventeen or eighteen year old boy with fresh meat could be called Young Hero. But he was only a young man in his early twenties.

The person who spoke didn't feel ashamed, he couldn't bear to listen any longer.

When suppressing Song Xuanyang, Li Dao coldly turned his head and said, "Scram, I do not need your help. If anyone comes up, don't blame me for not having eyes for my sword."

Li Dao's words had offended most of the martial arts practitioners.

They were a mob, not bad, but a mob that was afraid of life and death still wanted face!

People who roamed the martial arts world, regardless of martial arts level, didn't they all seek fame and fortune?

Being the first and the second, one could see the importance of face to those in the martial arts world. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such low-level martial artists who could come up with such an earth-shattering title.

The crowd was in a frenzy of admiration. Li Dao had just said something like that and had failed to appreciate the kindness given to him by the crowd.

Many people from the martial arts world started to curse. However, they were only cursing out loud. If they really wanted to go up, no one would have the guts to do so.

With so many people cursing, it wouldn't be wrong to say a few words of scolding to save face, right?

There are so many people. If you have the ability, tell us to shut up.

These were the inner monologues of the people around them, so they scolded even more harshly.

On the other hand, Song Xuanyang had almost no one to denounce him.

This was what the martial arts world was all about. Without asking if one was right or wrong, right or wrong was something that the public could say.

There were curses in his ears, but Li Dao turned a deaf ear to them.

So what if the world scolded me and slandered me? Could it hurt a single hair on my head?

The great river seemed to be practicing, with blue ripples appearing in the horizon after a short while. The sky was overflowing with the great roc flapping its wings, and it seemed as if it was being controlled by the wind.

The Full True Sword Art and the Southern Flower Sword Art combined perfectly in Li Dao's hands, without a single flaw.

Song Xuanyang struggled to hold on as sweat poured down like rain from his forehead. The iron brush was full of holes.

He couldn't hold on for much longer. If it wasn't for the fact that Li Dao was only at the 3rd level of the Postliminary Realm, he would have turned into a corpse a long time ago.

This time, Li Dao had a clear understanding of his own strength. Although inner strength was important, it was not impossible to make up for it as long as there was not a gap of one whole realm between them.

As long as his moves were exquisite and heaven-defying, even the third level of precelestial stage could infuriate the ninth level of precelestial.

Of course, the current Li Dao would definitely not be able to take revenge on Guo Qing. After all, this was a theoretical matter, and his greatest strength was at the sixth level of precelestial.

It was hard to say who would win when he encountered a sixth level precelestial like Huang Rong, who was proficient in a hundred martial arts.

For someone like Song Xuanyang, the martial arts he learnt was only a second-rate judge's brush. He had yet to understand Li Taibai's sword moves. That was why he was able to do it so easily.

Finally, Song Xuanyang was unable to withstand Li Dao's overwhelming attack.

His eyes were bloodshot as he began to fight with his life on the line. If he continued to defend, he would die without a doubt.

To be able to reach this stage and dare to kill his teacher, how could Song Xuanyang be a coward? Since his techniques were inferior to his opponent's, he would risk his life to open up a path of blood.

Immediately, Song Xuanyang released his defenses as he unleashed his moves.

He wanted to see if Li Dao was truly not afraid of death. Every move he made was aimed at Li Dao's vitals.

Song Xuanyang's idea was very simple. Even if I die, I want to bite off a piece of your flesh!

However, Li Dao's comprehension of martial arts was far beyond his comprehension of eight streets. As a descendant of the later generation, Li Dao's abstract thinking far surpassed that of the ancients. In ancient times, anyone who had received higher education was a genius with a high level of comprehension.

It was impossible for him to exchange wounds for wounds.