Fine threads of Broadsword Qi began to spread out from Li Mu. Though their moving direction seemed to be random, in fact, they were sealing and cutting the space they came into contact with. Soon, those layers of broadsword qi tightly shrouded the devil issuing black smoke.

"Who are you?"

The devil strived to shake the qi off. In the cracks between his bugling, rock-like muscles, scarlet, shining magma were flowing, producing bizarre Taoist seals. Those seals ...