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As one third generation disciple after another fell, Qiu Jianji had already bitten his lips to the point of breaking it.

These were all the rising talents of the entire sect. They were the core strength of the sect, the pillars of the sect.

But Qiu Jianji was such a proud and arrogant person. No matter what he did, he could not lower his head to Li Dao.

Ancestor Zhong Yang was unrivalled under the heavens. As a disciple, he had lost the prestige of his master, which gave him the face to meet his previous master in the underworld a hundred years from now.

As for the other True Third Young Masters, they were extremely anxious. If they allowed Li Dao to continue his slaughter, none of the third generation disciples would be left alive.

However, with the current state of Ma Yu, he could not step forward to take charge of the situation. Only a machine in the hill had the right to do so.

Bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He had been bitten, and his fists were clenched tightly. His knuckles had turned white, but he could not speak the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The blue lotus flowers were still blooming. Out of the several dozen third-generation disciples, only about ten remained.

The sacred Sun Temple was filled with broken limbs, and fresh blood flowed all over the portrait of Wang Zhong Yang.

The smell of fresh blood overcame the fragrance of the sandalwood, stimulating everyone's sense of smell.

Just as Qiu Feng was about to speak, Ma Yu stood up and blankly looked around. His pale face lost all of its usual expression.

"True disciples, listen up. Put down the swords in your hands!"

In the end, it was still up to the Sect Leader, Ma Yu, to step forward.

Hearing the voice of Ma Yu, the third generation disciples, who had already lost their courage, all put down the swords in their hands. Their faces were filled with regret.

Their hearts were usually higher than the heavens, and they were considered experts even in the martial arts world. Ten thousand people revered them. However, in front of Li Dao, they were like newborns. They couldn't even block a single sword, so they could only constantly dodge.

Everyone from the True God School drooped their heads, their sorrowful emotions spreading throughout the great hall. After such a great calamity, the name of the number one sect in the world would definitely not be preserved.

And the reason for all of this was because of Zhao Zhijing, that complete scum. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have provoked a killing god like Sword Demon Li Dao.

Seeing that all the true disciples had put down their swords, Li Dao did not continue to kill anymore. The only one who had a grudge against him was Zhao Zhijing, and the only one he detested was Sun Bu Er.

Seeing that Li Dao did not continue to kill, Qiu Jianji let out a long breath. This young man was simply the reincarnation of the god of death.

Two years ago, he was still a novice who knew nothing about martial arts.

"Young friend Li, we, the True Supreme Sect, have admitted defeat. We are willing to hand Zhao Zhijing over to you. Please be magnanimous." From the moment he said those words, the reputation of the entire True Sect had completely vanished.

The rest of the True Disciples were bewildered, all of them glared at Li Dao, but what could they do about it? He didn't dare to say anything in anger.

"But I have something that I don't understand, so I hope that little friend Li can explain. What in the world did Zhijing do to make this little friend so resentful that he would do such a thing? "

Now, Ma Yu no longer had the bearing of a sage. Instead, he looked like a drooping old man.

Hiding among the remaining martial brothers, Zhao Zhijing was so scared that his legs went limp and his soul left his body.

The third generation disciples avoided Zhao Zhijing and moved him out of the way.

Sun Zhenzi was fascinated. Even though he knew that his young master was brave, he didn't expect him to be this brave. One man and one sword forced the greatest sect in the world to bow their heads before him.

Li Dao held onto the long sword in his hand and answered with a faint smile. "I'll have to ask Zhao Zhijing about that."

"Traitor, what did you do?" The three corpses at the King's Mansion jumped up and down. Their faces flushed red as they pointed at Zhao Zhijing and asked.

The teacher was undisciplined, the teacher was undisciplined, and the teacher was lazy. Zhao Zhijing, as the disciple of King Chuanyi, had a dishonest character and brought disaster upon the entire Sect. How could a king not be angry?

The elders of the True Supreme Sect were disappointed. Their juniors despised Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing was the sinner of the True Truth Sect throughout the ages.

However, these people had forgotten that no matter what mistakes Zhao Zhijing had committed, the one who had truly massacred them until rivers of blood flowed from his body was Li Dao. However, Li Blade's kung fu was too high, and their thoughts of resisting were unable to rise. Therefore, they blamed all of their sins on Zhao Zhijing.

"Master, Senior Master Qiu, and Senior Master, you have to save me!"

"Disciple Zhu You is the one who messed up his heart, but I am also a true disciple. You can't ignore me!"

Zhao Zhijing collapsed to the ground and started to cry. He asked for advice from Ma Yu Qiu and the rest loudly, and the smell of urine filled the air.

"Pfft, you scum, you truly deserve to be called a true disciple!"

Li Zhizhang, who usually disliked Zhao Zhijing, ruthlessly spat at him with a face full of disgust. If it were not for Zhao Zhijing, how could the True Supreme Sect turn into a battlefield today?

Wang Tong painfully closed his eyes and waved his sleeves at Zhao Zhijing. "Zhijing, it's my fault for not disciplining you too strictly in the past. I've been too indulgent towards you and this has led to the bad results of today. Now that I have expelled you from my sect, you will no longer be a true disciple. "

"Master, master! You can't just ignore me! Master! "

Zhao Zhijing was in extreme despair. He desperately crawled toward the edge of the water. However, he had forgotten that even if the King was willing to save him, he would not be able to.

"Little friend Li, Zhao Zhijing has been expelled from the sect. Please feel free to do whatever you want to him. There is no enmity between the True Supreme Sect and you, so I hope that you do not vent your anger on the rest that are not related to you. " Ma Yu's face was still stained with Sun Bian's blood, but the blood had already cooled down and solidified.

Li Yidao nodded and said, "If only we had known earlier, we would have handed Zhao Zhijing over. Why did we have to make things so complicated?" I, Li, am clear in my kindness and grudges. I naturally would not kill more people for no reason, Empyrean Limitless! "

After Li Dao finished speaking, he raised his sword and clasped his hands together, paying his respects to the Immeasurable Sage.

After greeting the Immeasurable Swordmaster, Li Dao turned to Zhao Zhijing with a gentle smile. He handed the sword to Zhao Zhijing and said, "Don't you want this sword? "Here you are."

However, his smile was even scarier than a demon's smile in Zhao Zhijing's eyes. He stomped his legs hard in the bloodied hall, begging for mercy as he retreated, "I was wrong. Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

As he spoke, a warm liquid flowed out from his crotch.