The old soldier struggled desperately with all his limbs, trying to break free, but was horrified to find that Li Xuancang's hand was as unyielding as forged steel. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't move an inch.

His cultivation at the Middle Body Tempering Stage was as fragile as a child's in front of Li Xuancang.

"Lord Li, Liu Dadao spoke without thinking. I hope you can spare his life, considering the many enemies he's slain."

At this moment, Camp Commander Liu Qingyun spoke loudly, pleading for Liu Dadao.