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"Thanks to the Sword Emperor's high opinion of me, this old monk will be giving this Falling Leaf Palm to the Sword Emperor." It's just that I have to trouble the Sword Emperor to wait for me, the secret manual is inside the mountain gate. "

Hundred Miles of Evil's promise was much faster than Helian Ba's.

Li Dao shook his head and said with a smile, "Master must have misunderstood. I am not interested in the Gale Falling Leaf Palm. The technique I want to borrow is the Four Symbols of Destiny."

"What?" "Four Symbols Art of Heaven's Will! No, no!" Hundred Miles of Evil shook his head like a rattle, rejecting the idea in one go.

It had been hundreds of years since the Four Symbols Mandate of Heaven had appeared in the martial world. He didn't understand why Li Dao wanted it to appear here.

"Master, are you sure you want to reject me?"

Li Dao still had a light smile on his face. Baili Yu felt a chill run down his spine. Li Dao's smile gave him a bad premonition.

"So what if I reject you? This belongs to a master, do you still want to forcefully seize it?" Yan Zhaofeng couldn't help but speak up.

"Hidden Edge, step back!"

Baili Yu shouted as he retreated. He clasped his hands together and looked at Li Dao, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Sword Emperor, it's not that this old monk is stingy, it's just that the Four Symbols definitely isn't old monk. This old monk can't make any decisions!"

"Of course I know. The Heaven's Will Four Symbols were left behind by the Saint Sword Ancestor. The Saint Sword Ancestor is kind and kind, I presume he wouldn't mind if I read through it." Although Li Dao was still smiling, intelligent people could feel the change in the atmosphere.

Helian Ba, Ren Qianxing, and the others had their arms crossed in front of their chest, as if they were eating a melon and watching a audience.

"Amitabha!" "Forgive this old monk for not being able to agree. The Heaven's Will, the Four Symbols, was given to this old monk for safekeeping in the past, and can only be passed on to fated people. Sword Emperor is not fated people …"

"I am not a fated person. Who is that Yan Zhaofeng?"

Li Dao's eyes revealed a look of contemplation. This Heavenly Mystery was truly mysterious. It was as though he was behind everything.

"From the looks of it, you're determined not to bring out the Heavenly Will Four Symbols Art." Li Dao looked at Hundred Miles of Evil with the sun, moon, and stars swirling in his eyes.

Hundred Miles of Evil was silent. If worst comes to worst, he would just die. If he sent someone out to the capital and saw life and death as nothing, then what did he have to fear?

Li Dao did not ask any further. If he did not toast, then it would not be his fault.

Boundless spiritual power gushed out, passing through the hundred miles of evil eyes and gushing into his mind.

Even now, Li Dao had used the Art of Soul Shifting from the Nine Yin Scriptures. With his mastery level, defeating a grandmaster was not something that could be done in a hundred miles. It was simply too easy.

"Hundred Miles of Evil, hand over the Mandate of Heaven's Four Symbols." Li Dao's voice was very gentle, like a wolf luring Little Red Riding Hood.

Hundred Miles of Evil's face was lifeless. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he replied honestly, "The Four Symbols definitely aren't on me."

"Where?" Li Dao asked.

"In the secret compartment of my room."

"You go get it to me at once." At Li Dao's command, the Evil One Hundred Miles went to his meditation room as if he had lost his soul.

Yan Zhaofeng stepped forward to stop this attack, but it was repelled by Hundred Miles of Evil's palm. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"Zang Feng, are you alright?" Liu Yiyi went up to help Yan Zhaofeng up, asking with concern.

Yan Zhaofeng struggled to stand up, pointed at Li Dao and shouted, "Despicable man, what kind of sorcery did you cast on the master?"

Li Dao turned around and smiled, "If you don't want to become a fool like that old monk, you'd better shut up."

"What, are you doing this to the point that I can't say it? "You do not need to threaten me. Others might be afraid of you, but I, Yan Zhaofeng, am not afraid of you. You are just a despicable person." Yan Zhaofeng stubbornly and stubbornly looked at Li Dao.

"Zang Feng, stop talking." Liu Yiyi pulled at the corner of Yan Zhaofeng's shirt, looking worried.

"I was going to say, he's a despicable person. He even called himself the Sword Emperor. Aren't you afraid of the world laughing at him?" Yan Zhaofeng pushed Liu Yiyi away, looking as if she was willing to die.

Li Dao's eyes were shrouded in black and white gas. Since Yan Fufeng did not know his place, he would teach him a lesson.

Black and white gas flowed out of his eyes and wrapped around Yan Zhaofeng, absorbing his life essence.

This was one of Li Dao's uses of the Law of Life and Death. The Life and Death Qi did not disappear after being refined into the Mysterious Life and Death Pill. As Li Dao refined the pill, they instead settled in Li Dao's eyes.

As Li Dao activated the Yin and Yang Qi of life and death, Yan Zhaofeng's hair rapidly turned white. He had turned into a middle-aged man in his forties, who was originally twenty years old.

"I will deprive you of twenty years of your lifespan. If you still refuse to give up," Li Dao sneered and did not finish his sentence.

Yan Zhaofeng's aura had weakened a lot. He still wanted to curse out loud, but Liu Yiyi covered her mouth.

Helian Ba, Ren Qianxing, Yu'er, Chi Xue, and the surrounding underlings all had faces full of shock. Such a method was simply unheard-of. It was practically a divine technique.

In fact, compared to ordinary people, a supreme grandmaster was no different from a god or immortal.

Helian Ba broke out in a cold sweat. He was secretly glad that he had made the decision just now. Otherwise, Yan Zang Feng and Hundred Miles of Evil would have been his current appearance.

Liu Yiyi wept as she sobbed, tightly holding onto Yan Zhaofeng's mouth and not letting go.

The people who were still chatting immediately quieted down, not daring to even breathe loudly.