Li Mengtu spoke word by word seriously.
His expression was also solemn, as though these words were very important to him.
This was a struggle for the Dao, where neither grudges nor life and death mattered.
The life of a cultivator, in truth, always followed this path: in the early stages, it was about survival; in the middle stages, it was about becoming stronger; but once reaching the higher realms, the Dao became the core focus.
His Dao couldn't be tainted.
"I am Li Mengtu, a disciple of the Vast Immortal Lord of the Dao Immortal Sect."
"I disdain scheming, and I disdain relying on the power of my clan or sect. Today, I will act alone and with my full strength, swearing to kill you to fulfill my Dao!"
Li Mengtu spoke in a deep voice.
At that moment, he was standing in the air. His black clothes swayed in the wind and his long hair fluttered. His eyes were bright as he looked at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing fell silent.
