Looking at the corpses of Origin Valley's elite disciples strewn on the ground, Li Ao's eyes were about to split with rage, his heart bleeding metaphorically.
No matter the outcome for Fang Bai this time, the "Ghost Doctor Valley" was destined to suffer heavy casualties and grievous damage to its Essence Energy. It was unknown how many years it would take to recover.
Even if Fang Bai were to be cut into a thousand pieces and his bones ground to dust, it would not quell the hatred in Li Ao's heart.
"How do you like the welcoming gift I sent you, Valley Chief Li?" asked Fang Bai with a smile, looking at Li Ao whose features were fierce and face was twisted.
"Go to hell!"
Li Ao roared, and a nine-ring saber emitting a dazzling bright light appeared in his hand. He leaped into the air, raised the saber high above his head, and ferociously chopped it down toward Fang Bai's crown.
