Li Mo headed toward the Golden Armor Sect.
He made no effort to conceal his spiritual power, causing the air around him to crackle violently. His terrifying blood and qi created spiderweb-like cracks across the ground.
Zhou Zhu looked around in astonishment and noticed the other Land Immortals all wearing mocking expressions.
Clearly, Li Mo had singled him out as the weakest among the eight of them, treating him like easy prey. Zhou Zhu's fury immediately boiled over.
"Good, good, good..."
"I've long heard that the Heavenly Sword Sect produced a so-called Taiyi Taoist. Yet now I see how laughably overrated the claims were—your character is utterly worthless."
On the surface, Zhou Zhu appeared to be a pale-faced scholar, but it was evident that with his more-than-ten-thousand-year age, his physical body couldn't possibly be so immaculate.
He grasped both sides of his scalp and ripped it apart with force.
Blood splattered everywhere.
