Three Valleys, Six Courts, and Nine Sects.
In this Yuning Mountain, the nine sects are the true superpowers that tower above all others.
Not to mention a steward, even an ordinary disciple is not someone these people can afford to offend, and should be revered like a deity.
And Cao Jing, what did he just say, and what is he planning?
Urging Li Yuanshan to act quickly?
Waiting for Li Yuanshan and Chen Yang to injure each other so he can reap the benefits?
Heh...
How laughable?
How pathetic?
Li Yuanshan chuckled, but his eyes glinted with a hint of killing intent.
His five fingers trembled.
The blade flash suddenly appeared.
In an instant, like the scythe of the grim reaper descending, sweeping through from Cao Jing.
"Kid, until we meet again."
Clang.
He sheathed the blade, and with his back turned to the crowd, he raised his hand and waved as he gradually walked away through the storm.
Swoosh.
A sudden gust of wind came, stirring up countless water droplets.
