Zhao Hai looked at them coldly. His saber was still in its sheath. He was not in a hurry, not at all. He knew very well that his opponent was no match for him. Even though there were 11 Vajra realm cultivators, they would not be his match if they were to fight.
At this moment, li Yitian and the rest had already rushed in front of Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai's body moved, and the long blade in his hand was unsheathed. A white light flashed, and Li Yitian felt a pain in his throat. &Quot; what a fast blade! &Quot; The last thought flashed through li Yitian's mind before he fell into darkness.
After killing li Yitian, the rest of the red Cloud thirteen young masters also reacted. The knives in their hands danced like flowers as they rushed towards Zhao Hai.
