The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Killing people was actually very simple and straightforward.

With that one sword, blood would splash out and the world would become quiet.

However, for some reason, when he saw Zhao Zhijing acting like this, Li Dao did not feel the least bit satisfied.

His mucus and tears mixed together. His black daoist robe was soaked by the turbid liquid. Zhao Zhijing was constantly begging for mercy.

Sometimes, a person without a backbone was really detestable and annoying.

It was only today that the entire True Sect had seen through Zhao Zhijing. Until the moment of life and death, it was very difficult to see his true appearance.

Li Dao bitterly withdrew his long sword and raised it in the air.

"Don't kill me! Back then, it was my fault, I shouldn't have coveted your family heirloom sword, and I shouldn't have chased you down! "

"But, aren't you fine? Please be magnanimous and treat me like a piece of sh * t."

Zhao Zhijing shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw Li Dao's sword held high. If he didn't beg for mercy now, he wouldn't have a chance.

"I beg you, please don't kill me. I'm willing to work hard for you. I'll repay you in the next life."

Zhao Zhijing spoke very quickly. His expression was sincere and urgent.

Qiu Jianji shook his head incessantly, he had never known that there were such disciples in the True Supreme Sect.

Wang Tong painfully closed his eyes and turned around. He couldn't bear to look at the current Zhao Zhijing. He even wanted to cover his ears.

The expressions of Zhao Zhijing's juniors were very wonderful, because at this moment, Zhao Zhijing's performance could make people nauseous.

You couldn't imagine a middle-aged man in his thirties wiping his tears and snot and pretending to be pitiful. Actually, he couldn't be said to be pretending. Zhao Zhijing was truly scared.

Seeing that Li Blade was still holding onto his sword, Zhao Zhijing crawled a few steps forward and kowtowed before Li Dao. His head made a crisp sound when it made contact with the limestone floor.

"I was wrong. I apologize. I kowtowed, but you can't kill me!"

As Zhao Zhijing spoke, he was about to hug Li Dao's leg. This was a common bridge that begged for mercy.

How could Li Dao's snow-white robe tolerate Zhao Zhijing's filth? He raised his leg and kicked him out, causing him to tumble over in the blood.

"In this world, mistakes are inevitable." Li Dao spoke slowly. His expression was no longer as indifferent as it was now. It was much more approachable.

Zhao Zhijing nodded vigorously like a chick pecking rice grains. He tried his best to act flattering as he replied, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right. It's all my fault for not being able to control my greed at that time. Now I know I was wrong. "

Li Dao ignored him and continued, "But without exception, if you make a mistake, you will have to pay the price."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he was alive, he could accept crippled martial arts. It would be better to just live on and die.

The rest of the people from the True God School were all surprised. Was he going to let Zhao Zhijing go?

Everyone thought that Li Dao's next sentence would say, "You can avoid death, but you can't avoid death." But everyone's thoughts were wrong.

"And the price you have to pay is your life!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, a purple sword slashed across his neck under Zhao Zhijing's terrified eyes.

Li Dao sheathed his sword and stepped out of the Palace with Sun Zhenzi following closely behind him.

Seeing Li Dao had left, Zhao Zhijing subconsciously reached out to cover his neck with his hand. Just as his palm touched Li Dao's neck, his head fell to the ground with a "kuangdang" sound.

Unfortunately, Li Dao's sword was too fast and the long sword was too sharp. As a result, Li Dao had cut off Zhao Zhijing's neck. His head was still hung up, making him look completely normal.

However, when Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hand to cover his neck, his head fell off.

Blood started to gush out from the severed head, and all the remaining people in the True God Sect were overwhelmed with shock. He panted heavily, unable to calm down for a long time.

When they finally calmed down, there was no longer any trace of Li Dao in the hall.

It was as if what had just happened was just a dream, but the corpses that littered the ground and the pungent smell of blood reminded them that this was not a dream.