If it weren't for seeing those Daoist Fellows die tragically.
How could Xia Liu have possibly unleashed the Scroll of Death?
No one knows the power of the Scroll of Death better than he does.
With his current cultivation level, it harms others by seventy percent and damages himself by thirty percent.
But at that moment, how could Xia Liu remain rational?
He only wanted to send those ruthless butchers to the Netherworld.
Thinking back now, Xia Liu feels apologetic; he scared everyone.
"However, with the spiritual artifacts that weaken spells in hand, the Liu Han family alliance still holds the upper hand. Remember, this isn't just your battle."
Master Daozhen doesn't want to see Xia Liu heavily injured.
After all, he is right beside him.
Better not be discovered by Venerable Yun Fan, or he'd have his tendons drawn.
"So, Senior Daozhen, what do you mean?"
Xia Liu asked in doubt.
The spiritual artifacts that weaken spells certainly add power to the Liu Han family alliance.
