Bab 156: Chapter 149: Becoming Famous

Li Zhirui did not respond, as he did not wish to have a servant who might rebel at any moment.

The black-robed cultivator's expression suddenly turned fierce, and with a face full of madness, he yelled, "You forced my hand! Die with me!"

Just one second before the chilly mist could envelop him, he threw his spirit sword toward Li Zhirui's location and inverted his mana, his aura becoming violent.

Li Zhirui's face slightly changed, and he immediately retreated at high speed. Without his control, the spread of the cold air slowed considerably.

However, the explosion he anticipated did not happen, or to be precise, it was only a rather weak explosion.

The spirit sword exploded!

But the black-robed cultivator took the opportunity to escape far away, disappearing without a trace after a few miles.

Li Zhirui's face turned somewhat ugly, as he hadn't expected to be played!