As soon as the words fell, Li Mu's open right hand suddenly clenched forcefully, and in the next moment, a dying scream immediately echoed through the air.
Zhuang Jiusi turned his head to see, only to find Old Ghost Deng kneeling on the ground, his body pierced from all directions by seven Tier Two Flying Swords, dead in a truly miserable state.
Zhuang Jiusi's heart brightened, and he turned back, fearfully staring at the young man in front of him: "Who on earth are you? Clearly...."
"Clearly, you only have Qi Refining Cultivation, right? Do you think those in the Qi Refining Stage are easy to bully?" Li Mu interrupted Zhuang Jiusi, gesturing with his right hand, and then the seven Profound Iron Swords flew out from the corpse, darting around the two rapidly.
"Friend, we can talk this out...," seeing things going poorly, Zhuang Jiusi intended to surrender and negotiate.
