Great Emperor, is he really getting angry?
In the past, Li Zhiyuan was unsure, but yesterday at Mr. Zhai's doorstep, when he heard the Bodhisattva refer to him as... the Direct Disciple in the conversation with the Great Emperor.
The young man was certain that the Great Emperor was not a living, breathing character.
Everyone used him as a blade, the difference being, the Great Emperor's way of wielding the blade made Li Zhiyuan more accustomed, while the Bodhisattva's use-and-discard approach made it difficult for the blade to favor him.
Ghosts surged like tides, rushing toward Li Zhiyuan.
That iron lion also ran among them.
Li Zhiyuan formed seals with his hands, then raised his left arm, pointing to the sky.
Among the orange lanterns above his head, one transformed into a massive eyeball.
Li Zhiyuan covered his right eye again with his right hand, and blood flowed out this time, not from a mist of blood, but from the actual eye socket.
