"Dao Ji, deal with them," Xu Xuan pointed towards Bai Canghai and the others.
"At your command!"
Having restored his peak condition, Lu Daoji and his disciple slowly advanced.
They had the opportunity to resist, and they also had the ability to resist.
But they knew that the moment they chose to resist, they would undoubtedly be the first to die, with no chance of luck in their favor.
Bai Canghai helplessly lowered his Divine Weapon, looking at Lu Daoji who approached him, he smiled in resignation: "In the end, it is still you who have won, why didn't the gods appear earlier?"
"No, it is you who did not persevere till the end," Lu Daoji seemed like a different person, his face radiant with vigor as if he had regained his youth.
As he spoke, Lu Daoji glanced at Han Bing, this impetuous youngster, who ultimately chose the wrong path.
As well as the noble clans behind him.
"One should take responsibility for one's own actions, I hope the True Lord will spare my family!"
