"Heh, old fool, do you know what it cost me to forge this fifth-grade magic weapon? You might not believe it, but I nearly died." Li Tiandao caressed the fifth-grade Soul Refining Knife in his hand, as tenderly as one would a lover.
Wudao remained silent.
He could imagine just what the price of forging a fifth-grade life-bound magic weapon had been!
You should know that fifth-grade magic weapons are something only great cultivators at the Hualing stage can wield!
Such weapons possess terrifying power that even he dared not underestimate!
"Old fool, although I'm not at your level, with this fifth-grade Soul Refining Knife, whose deer the hunt will yield is still undecided!" Li Tiandao's eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
"Come." Wudao spoke.
"Kill!" Li Tiandao swung the Soul Refining Knife, and a blood-red blade light burst forth, carrying the mournful wails of three thousand ghostly howls and wolf cries!
"Master, be careful!" Ye Wudao warned.
