Su Yu looked in the direction where the Martial Dao Temple had escaped with a solemn expression.
Who had saved him.
Where had that beam of light come from?
The Martial Dao temple was indeed not an ordinary ruler. Did It belong to some hidden and powerful faction?
Roar --
Nine roars interrupted Su Yu’s thoughts.
He stared at the myriad calamity scythe in his hand that was restless and was about to continue shooting out black light.
Su Yu immediately stopped pouring his domain into it, and his sovereign bloodline calmed down as well.
Only then did the myriad tribulation scythe finally return to being an ordinary scythe.
“A myriad tribulation scythe made from the head of a Taotie?”Su Yu’s eyes revealed a hint of shock.
He had personally seen how terrifying Taotie was.
To be able to chop off nine taotie heads and refine them into Dao artifacts... No, it should be a quasi-saint artifact. It was easy to imagine what kind of person he was.
