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After more than a year, Li Dao once again saw the Sword Saint.

The current Sword Saint was completely different from before. He was sitting on the high platform in the Universal Hall, with nine dragons carved into the golden seating area.

Beneath the high platform were the ninety-nine steps, all also made of gold.

It seemed like the Sword Saint truly regarded him as the Nine Five Supreme Being, hugging young and beautiful women from both sides.

Li Dao stood at the foot of the stairs as he observed the Sword Saint. He wore a nine dragon robe and a yellow dragon crown, and his body inadvertently exuded an overweeningly majestic aura.

More than a year had passed, but the Sword Saint's martial arts had not improved at all. His aura was the same as the last time Li Dao had seen him, sitting in the position of Nine Five Martial Saint.

If he were to continue acting pervertedly, his body would be emptied sooner or later. Even with his mastery, he would not be able to live for long.

"Xiong'er, Dao'er, you've come!" The Sword Saint sat on the dragon throne, his tone indifferent and without the slightest intention of getting up.

"Father, you should be diligent in governing the country. If this goes on, you will become an unconscious king, and the rivers and mountains of my Sword Empire will decay."

Jian Xiong released Li Dao's arm and walked two steps forward as she spoke to the Sword Saint.

"Alright, Xiong'er, you know what to do. Today is a day of great joy for Dao'er to come out of seclusion. I, Gu, am prepared to invite all kinds of civil and military officials to have a look at our sword family's mountains and rivers! "

Sword Saint waved his hand and spoke with a domineering tone.

"What are you guys doing here? We're talking, aren't you going to step down?"

Seeing that she had said that she wouldn't take down the Sword Saint, Jian Xiong turned around and shouted at the beauties beside him. She did not wish for her father to lose his mind because of these women.

One of the characteristics that men have in common is that when facing beautiful women, they tend to be hot-headed and show off their proud side.

If a normal man had a beautiful woman by his side, they would try their best to show off their talent, or show off their extravagant wealth when it came to spending money.

These women had obviously been spoiled badly by the Sword Saint. They were unmoved by Jian Xiong's scolding, and their hands were still groping around on the Sword Saint's body.

One of the especially favoured women revealed a cold smile, and taunted Jian Xiong, "Your Highness, we are serving Zhi Zun, yet you want us to leave, do you think we should leave? If she didn't retreat, then shshewould be in a difficult position, and if she retreated, then he wouldn't be giving face to Zhi Zun. None of us weak girls can afford to offend you. Aren't you deliberately making things difficult for us? "

This woman had a petite body, and her waist was as slender as a water snake. However, the thing that was unreasonable was that even though her body was petite, her chest was actually full of mountain peaks. Yin Tao's red lips opened and closed, and her sweet voice and sweet smell could melt people. Her charming eyes were like silk, as if her eyes could speak and captivate people.

Although the woman was smiling when she spoke, her mockery of Jian Xiong was clear to see. The other women heard her words and covered their mouths as they laughed.

Jian Xiong's face turned ugly and her body trembled in anger.

Li Dao's eyes turned cold as killing intent surged. The temperature in the hall dropped by several degrees.

His cold eyes looked at the woman who had spoken earlier, and his sword intent shot out. The woman's eyes met Li Dao's and it was as if she was facing a giant beast from the Ancient Desolation. Her heart felt as if it was about to burst, and she fell to the ground at the feet of Sword Saint. His body was still warm, but he no longer breathed.

The other women screamed in fear and hid behind the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint's expression turned extremely ugly. His favorite beauty had actually been killed by Li Dao in front of him. An endless amount of anger filled his chest.

"Li Dao, what do you mean by this? If my beloved concubine was in the wrong, she would come alone to teach me a lesson. Did you take her to heart by directly killing her?"

The Sword Saint slapped the dragon head on his seat and stood up to shout.

Li Dao's eyes turned cold as he looked at the Sword Saint. After taking this seat, the Sword Saint had already swelled up. He had already forgotten how he had obtained this seat.

"Lord Zhi Zun, right now, I am standing at the foot of your steps. Do you want me to address you as' Your Majesty '?"

Li Dao's voice turned cold as he looked straight at Sword Saint. He did not emit any kind of aura.

Noticing Li Dao's cold gaze, the Sword Saint was somewhat more clear-headed. He stood where he was, speechless.

"Su'er, let's go! "Don't disturb my Lord Zhi Zun's elegant mood." Li Dao gave Sword Saint a meaningful look and pulled Jian Xiong away from the main hall.

Watching Li Dao and Jian Xiong's departing figures, cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the Sword Saint. Only now did he remember that Li Dao was the true supreme being, the king of swords.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the Sword Emperor was the most powerful man in the world, but all martial artists knew that the Sword Emperor was the strongest person in the world. If Li Dao had not been standing behind the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint's dragon throne would not have been able to sit still.

On the surface, the ones stronger than the Sword Saint were Yan Zhaofeng, Ren Qianxing, and Arrow Concealment. Who knew how many more grandmasters there were in the dark.