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The soldiers guarding the wide platform were all elites from hundreds of battles, fearless of death.

However, not being afraid of death was not the same as not dying. In front of Li Dao's sword, they were no different from ordinary people.

The wide platform was no longer as calm as it was before. The sword shadows flashed in his eyes as heads rolled around.

The palace took up a huge amount of space. This was the first time they found out that the palace was built too elegantly. Otherwise, the other soldiers would have rushed over.

Li Dao was neither anxious nor panicked. It was as if he was taking a stroll in the courtyard. This number of people was not even enough for him to kill. It was as simple as chopping cabbage.

The head fell onto the white jade steps, then rolled down, a mixture of red and white fluid flowing out.

The night wind was very strong and cold. It blew up Li Dao's white robe, blew up Li Dao's hair, and blew up the cold sweat on his wide platform.

The few remaining Mongolian soldiers looked at each other, swallowed their saliva and rushed towards Li Dao while shouting.

The only thing that could be seen on the wide platform was a flash of violet light. Finally, the last few Mongolian soldiers fell and tumbled down the steps of the white jade staircase.

Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. He held the golden dagger tightly and stared at the white figure who was walking towards him.

"Do you know who This Emperor is?" His throat was dry. Sweat dripped to the corners of his mouth, but he wasn't in the mood to lick it.

"What a joke, you dare to call yourself a lone barbarian when you have transformed into a foreign barbarian? Who gave you the courage to do that?" The long sword swept diagonally across the ground, and the purple blade seemed to have an intimidating magic, causing one to be unable to help from feeling fear.

The descendants of the Wolf God would not have been afraid of death, but they were afraid of a wide platform.

"Perhaps we can sit down and talk, this brave man. You Chinese have a good saying. There are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. As the ruler of a nation, I am able to rule over tens of thousands of miles in the martial arts world. No matter what you want to do, you can discuss it. "

At this time, the wide platform was still thinking of tempting Li Dao. In his opinion, there was no one in this world who could not be tempted. As long as the conditions given could move people's hearts.

His idea was correct. There was no one in this world who could not be tempted, as long as the conditions they offered could move people's hearts. But he couldn't give Li Dao what he wanted.

"Alright, I just happened to want something from you." Li Dao held his long sword and continued walking forward, neither too fast nor too slow.

A trace of pride could be seen in the eyes of the wide platform as the right hand holding the golden blade relaxed a bit. "What does a strong man want? As long as he is not stingy with his possessions, how about he be conferred the title of Imperial Advisor tomorrow?"

At this moment, the great army had arrived. The dark mass that surrounded them allowed the wide platform to completely calm down.

Li Dao had already stood in front of the wide platform. Although he was slightly taller than the wide platform, he was still much taller than this Emperor Meng Yuan.

"I want your head."

As he spoke, he brandished his sword. He didn't use too much strength, he just simply brandished his sword.

The wide platform reacted quickly, lifting the golden blade to parry the purple longsword.

Chopping through the tofu did not make any sound. The purple blade easily cut the golden blade, and then the tip of the sword swept across the wide platform's neck.

"Do you know, this sword of mine is an enemy of a nation!"

Li Dao turned around and walked towards the black mass of soldiers.

The wide platform looked at Li Dao's silhouette as if it wanted to say something. His throat was trembling, and his neck was snapped, causing blood to spurt out.

The golden dragon above the palace began to cry out in pain, its golden body becoming much dimmer. It was a pity that Li Dao could not see it. He could only see the long, dark yellow river of karmic luck being swallowed by the longsword.

The army that had just arrived widened their eyes. They needed some time to digest the scene before them.

Two seconds later, the sound of battle resounded throughout the palace.