"Changsheng, take action." A voice sounded in Lu Changsheng's mind.
He looked towards the white-clad figure transformed into a demon, and sighed inwardly—what a pity.
If not for differing allegiances, perhaps they could have become acquaintances. The heir of Li Mountain Sword Dao had astonishing talent; he saw the future Sword Saint in him.
However, he also understood in his heart that even though he was a Daoist disciple, this title too was granted by others.
He stepped forward, and the Nine-character Halo around him shimmered brilliantly. Each character seemed like a character of the Great Dao. He formed a Dao Seal with his hands, and instantly, characters flew to the sky, forming a gigantic ring above Li Fan's head.
The characters on the ring glowed, hanging down beams of light, each beam like a Sword of Slaughter, piercing downward.
In an instant, it seemed Li Fan was trapped under that ring of slaughter.
