"Want to have a fight?"
"Fine. Let me see how capable a seeker of the Dao like you really is."
Killing intent boiled in Song Chengan's heart.
He no longer wasted words on Li Chuan.
True Qi poured into the Demon Subduing Staff, and flames immediately coiled around the staff in his hand.
"Good!"
Seeing Song Chengan attack.
Li Chuan showed no fear and immediately raised his sword to block.
Why would he be afraid?
For twenty years of severing love and abandoning desire, he had been nurturing that breath of spirit in his heart!
From an ordinary mortal to cultivating an unyielding pride within his heart!
Those twenty years of cultivation had forged not only his Cultivation Level, but also his Dao Heart.
Setting aside good and evil, in the matter of cultivation, he was purer than Song Chengan.
If he had truly forged his Dao foundation, left Spirit Mound, and reached the Kuishan Sect, he might truly have achieved something.
But Song Chengan did not acknowledge his Dao.
In Song Chengan's eyes, this was the utmost evil.
Staff and sword collided!
The sword in Li Chuan's hand was sent flying at once!
A terrifying force surged through the blade, numbing his palm from the shock.
He stared in astonishment at the sword that had been knocked away.
How could he fail to withstand even a single exchange?
But Song Chengan gave him no chance to speak, ruthlessly sweeping his staff into Li Chuan's waist.
If that blow landed solidly, never mind a mere man—even a ferocious beast would be snapped in two at the waist.
But something bizarre happened.
Li Chuan's entire body flew away.
Or rather, another Li Chuan emerged from within his Daoist robe.
Only an empty Daoist robe remained where he had stood.
Song Chengan