"The matter is urgent, and this junior won't waste words. If anyone has objections, I'll bury you along with them."
The eerie silence of the South Sea Dragon Palace was shattered, causing turbulent waves to roll across the sea.
Li Mo's actions forced all cultivators to confront the deceitful object, making it impossible to extricate themselves. Dissatisfaction instantly arose among them.
"How did a Chief suddenly emerge from your Great Sun Sword Tomb?"
"Fellow Daoist Bi, you..."
Golden Light Venerable squinted, his tone filled with resentment.
But before he could finish speaking, Li Mo's entire being erupted with an intense Great Sun Sword Intent. A mysterious swastika symbol appeared in his palm, which he pressed forward.
Bang.
A gust of palm wind swept past.
Golden Light Venerable's pupils contracted. Not far away, the Green Soft River Dragon King was sent flying backward.
