The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

To tell the truth, the words' sorry 'meant nothing to Li Dao, whether it was intentional or not.

Anyone who had wronged him should be killed. It was as simple as that.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he slashed his sword towards Tang Xiaohu's head.

At the moment when the long sword was about to cut at him, Tang Xiaohu dodged the sword and took advantage of the opportunity to stand up.

It turned out that he wasn't that bad. He might have wanted to sneak attack Li Dao when he was hesitating. Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong person.

Li Dao had never been a merciful and lenient person, so it was impossible for him to hesitate.

"Brother Li, do you really want to kill me?"

Tang Xiaohu waved his steel fan, his voice was no longer trembling. Everything he had just done was just an act.

"You must die."

As Li Dao spoke, he handed over the long sword like a gale.

Tang Xiaohu was clearly not a mediocre person, but his martial arts were far inferior to Qing Gong. He was even inferior to Song Xuanyang.

Both of them had consumed some of their internal energy, but Tang Xiaohu's consumption was much greater.

Moreover, his martial arts skills were like the difference between clouds and mud compared to Li Dao. There was no need to even mention the comparison between weapons. One was a fan cast from ordinary iron, while the other was a divine artifact. There was simply no way to compare the two.

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The longsword and the iron fan constantly clashed, producing ear-piercing sounds.

Li Dao attacked in anger, each of his strikes was powerful and heavy.

Compared to his duel with Song Xuanyang, Li Dao was undoubtedly stronger.

There was no enmity between him and Song Xuanyang, so Li Dao was calm. And Tang Xiaohu daring to snatch food under his sword made him very unhappy, so he used a lot of strength in every strike.

In the face of Li Dao's storm-like attacks, Tang Xiaohu was like a small boat in a raging sea that could capsize at any time.

Not long after, Tang Xiaohu's true energy was depleted and Li Dao sliced the iron fan into two.

Tang Xiaohu's expression was incomparably ugly. He already knew that no matter what Li Dao said, it wouldn't be of any use. Either kill him or be killed.

Without a weapon, Tang Xiaohu could only dodge, unable to counterattack.

In the lower realm of martial arts, having and not having a weapon were two entirely different effects. Unless it was the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms or the Iron Palm Art, it would be difficult to fight it head-on.

Furthermore, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms allowed him to unleash his strength. Even if Guo Jing were to use his bare hands to clash with Li Dao's longsword, it wouldn't end well for him. After all, the density of flesh and blood couldn't compare to steel.

The sword light turned cold, and yet another head shot up into the sky.

Tang Xiaohu's eyes widened as he felt himself flying into the air. Below him was a headless body that looked very familiar, as if it belonged to him.

He understood that it was his own body, but before he could think too much, his vision went black and his head fell to the ground, rolling around like a ball.

Li Dao sheathed his sword back into his scabbard and waited until Tang Xiaohu's corpse stopped bleeding before he took out the book from Tang Xiaohu's bosom.

It was this unremarkable book that had caused the death of so many people. However, it had still ended up in his hands.

This time, Li Dao did not look at it. Instead, he put it away.

If only he had an interspatial ring or belt, then he wouldn't have to worry about losing things.

Without waiting for Li Dao to think, the martial artists that had besieged Song Xuanyang at Four Seasons Manor arrived. Looking at Tang Xiaohu's headless body, a few people swallowed their saliva. The Seven Ultimate Young Noble's Qing Gong was killed so quickly?