rate.“Spare my life, Master! Master, please spare my life!” The middle-aged, fat cultivator cried out in terror, begging for mercy."Tao'er is dead, you servants, and you still have the face to come...re retreating rapidly, and he did not engage in a head-on confrontation. The surrounding swords lights flickered, and once these sword lights landed, judging by Lu Xia Tian's current cultivation leve...