But after flying a certain distance, Li Zhirui suddenly stopped and said to himself, "If I were seriously injured and carrying many spiritual objects, under the covetous gaze of numerous cultivators, I certainly wouldn't head straight for my clan."
Otherwise, just the ambushes and troubles encountered on the way would be enough to leave him with no place to be buried!
"The cultivators of the Wanxiang Sect will likely take a detour too, but it's uncertain which direction they would choose."
Li Zhirui stood in mid-air, momentarily undecided.
But just then, a whooshing sound of tearing through the air erupted beside him, as numerous powerful attacks came at him from all directions.
Divine powers were terrifying, and sword qi crisscrossed; each attack was aimed at putting him to death!
"Not good!"
Even though he had guessed that there would be many cultivators lying in ambush on the way to the Wanxiang Sect, standing openly in mid-air was akin to being a living target!
