In the West.
Outside the chaos heaven realm.
Li Hao stood on one side of the world gate, while the river suppressed the six level 8 cultivators. Peng Cheng and the others were still talking, hoping that Li Hao would recognize reality and join them.
Li Hao was a little impatient.
The longsword appeared and lightly tapped Peng Cheng's head. That huge head ... Was instantly torn apart by the longsword.
Peng Cheng groaned in pain.
Li Hao laughed as if he was beating a child. "Don't talk so much. You're not huntian after all, right?"
Pengcheng instantly fell silent.
Can't afford to offend!
At this moment, he had no power to fight back against Li Hao. The gap between them was too big.
At this time, it was better not to provoke this person. Saving their lives was more important. With the return of the Dao master, they would be saved.
