Li Tian looked at the young man in front of him. It was Zhao Yang, the disciple of the Qingyi sect who had provoked him not long ago.
"The Qingyi sect has already sneaked into the mausoleum Pavilion," Li Tian muttered. He looked at Zhao Yang, who was filled with killing intent, and the celestial sword flashed in his hand.
The core disciples and the fifth elder's forces were fighting each other, and blood was spurting everywhere.
A Peacock appeared behind Zhao Yang, its noble head looking down at the crowd, and an ancient aura filled the air.
"Peacock," Chen Xiao's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile,""It's better not to keep such a person. "
"I'll definitely defeat you," Zhao Yang said as he looked at Li Tian coldly.
Zhao Yang's aura turned cold. He had lost to Li Tian the last time, and there was a knot in his heart. His obsession had caused him great setbacks in his cultivation.
