Chapter 830: Outlaw Madman Hei Louxi

Slit their throats or draw the sword?

The youth on the throne posed the question with a sword.

Boundless fear seized the hearts of all maids; many desperately reached out to the outside world, activating the undercover plans that had been prepared for many years.

However, the sent messages vanished into oblivion.

There was not a shred of response.

The numerous promises, vows, and Daoist Pacts made by Nascent Soul Immortals in the past now seemed utterly hollow, growing more distant by the moment.

"Follow me, kill him!"

"After all your years of cultivation practice, do you still shy away from battle and strife?"

Immortal Jinyu stood up straight, her fair and slender hand drawing her Taoist Soldiers Flying Sword.

It was a fist-sized droplet with sharp golden threads spreading from the center, mysterious and infinite, subtly embodying the profound mystery of gold generating water.

The method of refining Taoist Soldiers' Flying Swords varies from person to person.