The middle-aged man panicked, his eyes revealing a fear that if the young master's older brother found out that his own brother had chased after the Daoist Charm Blood Fruit and was killed here, it was uncertain how furiously he would rage!
And as the guardians, they could hardly absolve themselves of blame.
Li Hao, hearing the middle-aged man's words, picked up the sword from the ground. The sword was silver all over, beautifully crafted, and contained a faint glimmer of silver light.
He heard the middle-aged man's words, glanced at him, and casually tossed the Divine Sword away.
With a whoosh, the sword light suddenly pierced through the air, like a shooting star, it surged into the Sword Tide and slashed directly at the middle-aged man's head.
The middle-aged man was terrified; he pulled out a Saint Heart talisman and burned it, transforming into the shadow of a black bell that enveloped his body.