While Li Changqing can still move, if the black-robed men from the Longevity Sect are killed, it might be useful.
"Oh right." Li Changqing couldn't help but slap his forehead. Yeah, he should take out those guys from the Longevity Sect first, then deal with the Ghost Race, right?
Darn, got the order wrong.
"Die!"
Li Changqing moved his fingers, and seven swords instantly soared into the air, charging towards the three black-robed men.
"Why is he unharmed?" The black-robed man lightly frowned.
"Sect Master, this person seems not to be poisoned." Yan Zhentao's gaze turned cold and he said, "But it doesn't matter, his reckless attack earlier killed a Postnatal Realm Ghost, he will likely be punished shortly, and this person has already struck twice before, he doesn't have much Divine Soul power left."
