The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

When they saw Li Dao accept the royal announcement, the surrounding people were all astonished.

Although Li Dao's appearance and temperament were not bad, he did not look like an expert.

In the hearts of the plain and simple citizens, deities should be children with beautiful hair, carrying a horsetail whisk, carrying a long sword, and riding an immortal crane.

And no matter how Li Dao looked at it, he looked like a gentle young master with a jade-like appearance.

"This little brother, the Emperor's List isn't just for show. If you don't have the ability, you'll be beheaded." The middle-aged man at the side slowly walked over and said to Li Dao with a gentle expression.

Li Dao took a glance at the Daoist man and ignored him. A Foundation Establishment cultivator might be able to understand the art of the Yellow Division, but if he did not have the ability, would he be able to?

"That's right, this young master cannot use his life as a joke!"

The surrounding commoners also joined in the persuasion, chattering non-stop, causing the gloomy atmosphere to become more lively.

Even though he was being questioned, Li Dao did not get angry.

The majority of the people are ignorant, they have all sorts of character defects, and they also have character sparkle. To be unable to recognize one's own true expert and doubt them because of that, this was their expression of kindness.

Li Dao didn't say anything as he used his magic power to separate the crowd. Carrying the Emperor Board, he entered the city and headed straight for the Imperial Palace.

Being separated by Li Dao's mana and being unable to approach, the commoners finally realized that this was a true expert.

The crowd immediately became excited. The more experts there were, the more likely they would be treated.

The middle-aged Daoist had a look of shock on his face. No wonder he couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level. He was confused as well. He could never judge the path of cultivation by its appearance. To think that after living in the mortal world for so many years, he would make such a simple mistake.

"Hey, little brother, wait for me!"

Seeing Li Dao walk further and further away, the middle-aged Daoist quickly chased after him.

The commoners were talking among themselves, and even the soldiers guarding the city began to talk among themselves. Everyone hoped that the plague would be cured and the days of singing and dancing would return to normal.

After entering the city, his mana was restricted, and he felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

The middle-aged Daoist quickly caught up to Li Dao and enthusiastically asked, "May I know where Senior's Immortal Mountain is?"

Li Dao ignored all of the Daoist's questions. The Foundation Establishment stage was only the beginning of the path of cultivation. It was obvious that the Daoist man before him did not have the ability to solve the plague. Most likely, he was a swindler who had cultivated a few techniques and went down the mountain to cheat.

It was no wonder that before the Conferred God Battle had begun, King Zhou had desecrated Mother Nuwa, mentioned her lecherous poem, but Mother Nuwa hadn't immediately killed him with a single slap.

The reason was probably because Mother Nuwa couldn't do anything to King Zhou directly, so she sent three demons to the mortal world to cause chaos and turn the world into a world of chaos.

Even Mother Nuwa, who was at the level of his sect leader, couldn't bear to attack King Zhou directly.

Arriving at the entrance of the Imperial Palace, he displayed the Imperial Board and informed the guards of his purpose of coming here. Only after a long time did a eunuch come out to lead Li Dao and the middle-aged Daoist into the Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Palace was not much different from the Imperial Palace that Li Yao had seen before. It was a full half hour in every direction. Finally, under the guidance of a eunuch, they were able to meet the current Emperor.

An emperor in his thirties was sitting upright on a high seat. His face was sallow, slightly black, and the bags under his eyes drooped. He looked like he was indulging in excessive lust.

However, even though he had overindulged in it, he still possessed the majesty of an emperor. Sitting upright on the dragon throne, he gave off a oppressive feeling.

Li Dao was still fine, his expression did not change as he lightly faced the emperor.

Even though the middle-aged Daoist looked calm and composed, like an expert, his palms were already covered in sweat.

"How dare you! Why didn't you kneel before the emperor?"

The old eunuch by the Emperor's side shouted at the silent Li Dao and the middle-aged Daoist. His voice was sharp and his face was filled with hostility.

This old eunuch was also not a simple character. He was clearly a grandmaster who had formed a true pill in the path of martial dao.

The middle-aged Daoist's legs went limp as he knelt down. "We pay our respects to Your Majesty. Your Majesty, may we live for ten thousand years!"

Li Dao stood on the spot without saying a word. Although his magic power was restricted in the palace, it was impossible for him to show a respectful attitude towards the Emperor. Kneeling down was even more impossible. One must know that this person, Li Jun, does not even kneel to the heavens and earth, much less the Emperor.

"How dare you be disrespectful to His Majesty! Men! Drag him down and behead him!"

The eunuch by the emperor's side had gloomy eyes. Seeing that Li Dao did not kneel to the emperor, he shouted towards the imperial guards.

The armored bodyguard immediately walked towards Li Dao and prepared to take him down.

The middle-aged Daoist was scared to the point that cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He kept giving Li Dao meaningful glances, but unfortunately, Li Dao remained unmoved as he expressionlessly looked at the Emperor.

The guards walked up to Li Dao, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Stop!"

The Emperor, who had been silent all this time, finally opened his mouth and spoke. He looked at Li Dao with interest.

The guards retreated to their original spot and stood up straight, meticulous.

"That young Taoist, why didn't he kneel when he saw us?"

"Those who are not from the outside world will not kneel unless they are bound by the secular world. Moreover, I don't even kneel to the heavens and earth, so why would I kneel to you? You are the monarch of the world, but you are not the monarch of me, Li. "

Li Dao looked into the emperor's eyes and answered indifferently.

"Oh, looks like he really is an expert?"

The emperor cast an inquiring glance at the eunuchs beside him, and his voice dragged on for a long time.

"Your Majesty, if he's an expert or not, we'll know after this servant gives it a try." The old eunuch's eyes were fierce and dark. He hated those experts who tried to flaunt and deceive him the most. Not many emperors had been deceived.

The Emperor didn't speak, and could be considered to have tacitly agreed.

Although he was very interested in Li Dao, the Emperor was prepared to let the Old Eunuch have a try in order to avoid having to act like a swindler.

The old eunuch smiled at Li Dao. With a ferocious expression, he kicked out and struck out with his palm.

Li Dao lifted his eyelids. Even if his mana was restricted, he was not someone a eunuch could easily humiliate.

The old eunuch rushed forward and Li Dao lifted his eyelids to take a look. The originally aggressive old eunuch flew back at an even faster speed. His internal energy was in disarray and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with horror.

Just now, he had rushed to Li Dao's front, only to be met with a sweeping glance from Li Dao. Immediately, mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared before his eyes, along with a pungent smell of blood. He was so frightened that he immediately retreated backward, and the zhenqi in his body went against his will.

For a eunuch, no matter how deep one's level of martial arts was, one's spirit would not be high.

"Good, good, good, what a master! "I have been rude."

Looking at the old eunuch who vomited blood, not only was the emperor not angered, but he also stood up from the dragon throne excitedly. The outbreak of the plague had caused him to no longer have the mood to have fun, and the appearance of this expert had undoubtedly made his heart feel a lot more at ease.