The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Li Dao, you don't care about morality. You don't care about morality!"

Zhuge Lei pointed at Li Dao and shouted loudly. His face was pale and his body was trembling. It was unknown whether he was angry or scared.

"You're wrong!" "Mr. Zhuge is a gentle man, while I am the executioner. How can there be justice between us?" The purple sword had already left its scabbard.

Looking at Li Dao's cold smile and the long sword in his hand, Zhuge Lei finally realized what kind of situation he was in.

"Ah …"

Accompanied by tragic cries, one by one, the members of the Blade Master Guild fell into a pool of blood. Many of them were scared by the death of others and shouted that they were willing to surrender, begging for their lives to be spared and the like. There were also those who were unyielding and stubbornly resisting with outstanding skills.

Zhuge Lei's body shook. The small sabre that had been passed down for over a hundred years was about to be destroyed in his hands, making him, who was angry with books, feel ashamed and remorseful. At this moment, his shameful heart even suppressed his fear.

"Li Dao, what is the matter? We can't sit down and discuss it properly. I'll agree to any conditions you have. I can give you money, real estate, anything. Zhuge Lei wasn't that stupid, he finally understood Li Dao's motive for making a move.

Li Dao's smile was very bright. His smile was also very cold, and his eyes were filled with disdain. A useless general who had exhausted the three armies was talking about someone like Zhuge Lei.

Shaking his head, he said, "Mr. Zhuge is a gentleman, I, Li, am not. I have also read a few years, so I understand the principle of cutting the grass at its roots. As for money and things like that, I don't care if I kill you. If I don't kill you, you might hide away. "How do you think I should choose?"

After hearing Li Dao's decisive words, Zhuge Lei didn't waste time arguing and instead widened his round eyes in anger, "I, Zhuge Lei, am incompetent. I died in my hands today and even lost the century-old foundation of the Little Saber Association. I've let down all the ancestors under the Yellow Springs!"

"Li Dao, your hands are covered in blood as a butcher. Even if I have to become a ghost, I won't let you go!" After he finished, he glared at Li Dao, his eyes full of unyielding spirit. Tan Si and I smile to the heavens, to leave the courage of the two kunlun.

Li Dao was amused by him and was at a loss for words. Aren't you a gangster boss? Isn't it a joke to put on a heroic face before you die? He made himself look like a villain.

"Mr Zhuge, have a safe trip. Come back to me after you become a ghost. I welcome you." As he spoke, his sword slashed across.

A huge head flew into the air, blood spurting out like a fountain.

Losing the shackles of gravity, Zhuge Lei's head fell to the ground with a thump, making a sound like a watermelon falling to the ground.

Seeing that Zhuge Lei died with his eyes wide open, Li Dao couldn't help but go up and kick him. His head was like a rubber ball. Li Dao kicked him a few times, causing him to roll away with blood all over the ground.

"You are awesome! In terms of your moral integrity, your father is the villain!" Before Li Dao could vent his anger, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm towards Zhuge Lei's head.

Everyone present was frightened by Li Dao's actions. This was too brutal!

Even Li Dao's lackeys were frightened by this scene. Even Zhou Jian and Wang Li felt nauseous at this scene, even though this was not the first time they had seen Li Dao kill someone.

In fact, Li Dao did not want to do that. However, the sword was too sharp. A light cut could cut a person's head and cut off their arms. What could he do? He was in despair, so he had to use a longsword.