The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Deep within the boundless mountain, the quiet village became quiet.

It is said that the birds call the mountains more serene, cicada noise forest more quiet.

The quiet sobs of the Cha Mu women and children made the paradise of this mountain seem decayed and quiet.

Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground. They were all able-bodied men and ten or so clan elders. There was no blood or flesh flying everywhere, and their bodies were perfectly preserved, but there was no sign of life.

Because he was going to use the blood of the Wood Investigating Tribe to defile the power of the Divine Dragon, Li Dao paid attention to his limits when he attacked.

Jian Xiong's face was pale. Due to her and Li Dao, many women had lost their husbands and many children their fathers.

As she made up her mind, Jian Xiong felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart. She leaned her large Scarlet Blood Sword on the ground and looked at the faces of the children and women that were filled with hatred. She pursed her lips and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Li Dao's expression was cold. He did not use his world view and values to influence Jian Xiong. He only stood quietly to one side.

As for the women and children, since he had promised Jian Xiong to let them go, he definitely would not do anything to them.

Looking at the hatred in the eyes of the women and children, Li Dao's heart was calm. No matter how much they hated him, he would not hesitate to seek revenge. The heavens and earth were heartless, and everything was just like a stray dog. Weakness itself was an original sin.

He raised his hand and took a large terrine. Under the guidance of his strength, the thick blood flew out from the corpse and filled the jar to the brim.

The children of the Cha Mu Clan deeply remembered the beautiful demon in white clothes in their hearts. This scene was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

But would Li Dao be afraid of their revenge?

When the strong faced the weak, they would definitely not be afraid of this sort of emotion. In other words, the strong would not be afraid of anything.

"If you want to avenge me, then come and practice martial arts!" Li Dao held the clay vat that was a head shorter than the adult male with his left hand and placed his right hand on a large limestone with the Nine Yin Mantra.

It was not really for them to take revenge, but for these weak women and children to survive in the Vast Expanse Mountain. As for whether or not they could understand, whether or not they could understand it, was not within Li Dao's scope of thought.

The reason he did this was not to feel pity, but to make Jian Xiong feel better.

Sure enough, Li Dao's action had restored some color to the face of the white face of the male swordsman.

Li Dao wouldn't have known that today's unconscious actions would create a peerless devil in the next few decades. In the end, it was the then number one swordsman of the world who had helped clean up the mess.

Li Dao and Jian Xiong once again rushed towards the Dragon's Roar, holding onto the hot blood of the wood tribesmen in the clay vat.

He hoped that the cripple of the martial arts world was right. Thinking about the original timeline, in a few decades, Shangguan Yun, Meng Baichuan, Qiu Pao Bai, and the Black Turtle Grandmasters would be able to slay a dragon. However, a supreme grandmaster like Li Dao could not do it. There had to be a reason behind it. Using the blood of the Wood Race to weaken the divine dragon's power might actually work.

"Mao'er, wait for me here. Don't follow me." This time, far away by the river, Li Dao made SwordXiong stop. If they were to fight with the dragon later, the aftermath of the battle would not be something the Sword Hero could defend against.

"I'll go with you." Jian Xiong held up the Fierce Blood Sword with a determined gaze, looking straight into Li Dao's eyes.

"This won't do, I don't have the heart to care about you later. If you follow me, it will only distract me, but the rest will be useless." Li Dao tried his best to make his voice as gentle as possible. He wasn't willing to say such words to hurt Jian Xiong, but even if he couldn't bear it, this was the truth.

Jian Xiong silently lowered his head and clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her fair hands. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Alright, you must promise me. If you can't do it, you must come back alive."

"What are you thinking? You're underestimating me. Don't worry, I will definitely become a Dragon Slayer Warrior and not hurt you in the slightest." Li Dao chuckled. Even if he didn't use the Wood Race's blood to defile the divine dragon's power, he would still be fine when facing it head on.

His Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique had bestowed him with a perverted defensive power. Right now, the number of existences that could pose a threat to him could be counted on one hand. Most likely, only the half-step origin soul of the Saint Chess Sword Ancestor and Ying Shuntian could do so.

The divine dragon's power was undoubtedly much stronger than the fire phoenix's, but it didn't seem to have the legendary ability of making clouds rain, nor could it spit water or spit fire. Other than flying and having the protection of the dragon pearl, it was no different from any other animal.

That was why Li Dao was confident. Now with the blood in the terrine, there was still a certain probability of success.

"Alright, I'm going in." Li Dao said as he entered the Roar of the Dragons again.

Just as Li Dao entered the Dragon Roar Cave, the Divine Dragon sensed his arrival and let out a deep and powerful long roar.

"We're already old friends. There's no need to be so happy to welcome me, right?"

Li Daoyi appeared in front of the dragon with a smile, holding a large clay jar that was one head shorter than the adult man.