Countless thoughts popped into Li Hao’s mind. Perhaps the man with a sword on his back was the real Li Daoheng, but someone had taken his place later on. He’d poured all of his will and intent into the new era, into… Dao Sword?1

So whether it was devouring the river or chaos or himself, it was all the same person!0

Zheng Yu? Was that possible?0

Li Hao shook, horrified by his thoughts. He tilted his head at Zheng Yu chasing him down.0

“You won’t be getting away, Li Hao!” The man was as indifferent as ever.0

“You’re… actually not in a hurry to kill me!” Li Hao grit his teeth. The man really didn’t seem to be moved with urgency, even with Li Daoheng devouring the river of chaos. That was supposedly his opponent and he was stealing a march on Zheng Yu.0

Dao Sword’s presence and strength had suddenly increased dramatically. Did it really have something to do with this guy? Or was it because the one with the sword was exuding too much strength and had been assimilated by the Li Daoheng in charge of the immaterial dao, which further caused his strength to leak?0

Li Hao seemed to understand the relationship between everyone in this moment,...0