In front of him was none other than his already deceased Master.
Cliff Hermit!
"Zhao'er, you're, you're so ruthless..."
Cliff Hermit spat blood, his face pale, clutching his abdomen, disbelief all over his face.
"No, no, my Master is already dead, and how could I possibly harm my Master?"
Le Zhao took a deep breath and stood up again.
His hand flipped, and a long sword appeared once more.
The look of pain on Cliff Hermit's face vanished and was replaced with a mocking expression.
He said, "Zhao'er, do you still intend to kill your Master again?"
Le Zhao said nothing.
He just held his sword and took the starting stance of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique.
"I just want to die standing."
He was merely a small Qi Refining Cultivator, even Master Qianlei had failed, what capability did he have to break through this bizarre thing.
"Hahaha!"
"Then come on."
"Tasty prey."
"The aura on you fascinates me, that's why I've been willing to play with you for so long..."
