Li Xiaoyao took a step forward and appeared before Jiang Wanhao, standing with his hands behind his back, said, "Minor Taoyuan Mountain, does it possess spiritual soil?"
Jiang Wanhao's face turned deathly pale, and seeing Li Xiaoyao again filled his heart with endless fear.
"Yes, the spiritual soil indeed comes from here," Jiang Wanhao said before he began begging for mercy, "My lord, spare my life, I was blind not to recognize a great man, unaware that you are a Cultivator."
"Spare your life?" Li Xiaoyao laughed and shook his head, said, "I have said, Cultivators, must not be insulted! Those who insult, die!"
After speaking, Li Xiaoyao turned and walked toward the mountain. A terrified Jiang Wanhao wanted to continue begging for mercy, but the Seven Star Ancient Sword floating nearby suddenly vibrated with a hum, turned into a blur of a shadow, and sliced across his neck, leaving behind a corpse.
