A cultivator in his fifties was accompanied by more than ten cultivators. All of them looked at li daya and tu Ling with hatred. The leader of the group, a cultivator in his fifties, looked at the two of them with fire in his eyes. He said coldly,"Good, good, good. I really didn't expect that Xue Feng and Xue Yao would attack my Lone Mountain at the same time. This is really rare. What a despicable bloody massacre sect."
Li daya looked at the man and sneered, " "What's the matter, old man Qi? do you still have any opinions? "For so many years, your 13 families have been working together to deal with our blood slaughter sect. This time, we can finally deal with you properly. How can I let this opportunity slip by? if I were you, I would surrender immediately and leave some of your Qi family's bloodline behind. If you dare to resist, don't blame us for our anger."
