Ma Renwu's eyes were still filled with disbelief as he stared at the azure-robed old man.
A Dao King had come to assassinate him?
No, in the first place, how was it possible for a Dao King to have such power?
And yet, the aura pouring off the old man's body wasn't something that could fool Ma Renwu. It was unmistakably the aura of a peak sixth-stage body refiner.
For a brief second, the pressure in Ma Renwu's chest deepened... but then, it flipped. He let out a hoarse, deranged laugh that reverberated throughout the room.
"Hahaha! You foolish bastard!" he spat, blood still dripping from the corner of his lips. "So what if you've comprehended sword aura? I might've been a bit wary of you if you were also a rank 3 Dao Emperor... but a measly Dao King?! You've signed your death warrant!"
