Unexpected!

Xu Zhicheng meant to argue, but he was unable to say anything when he looked at Li Yao's eyes that were as shiny as the edge of a saber.

"No feelings, no determination, no battle plans, and just want to die in a great riot. What is flight if this is not?"

Li Yao, on the other hand, did not let go of Xu Zhicheng but continued stabbing at the wounds in the deepest part of his heart. "If you truly want to avenge your sons, just raise your blades in the most furious gesture with the deepest love for them and deepest hatred against the Immortal Cultivators. That will be a real fight!"

"It's useless."

After a brief silence, Xu Zhicheng shook his head softly. "We are no match for the Immortal Cultivators in any case. Fight or flight, the result will be the same.