Li Xuanxiao had already transformed into Jia Sidao's appearance and drawn his Poison Sword.
With a single sweeping slash, poisonous mist burst forth, and he made short work of the black-clad men.
Li Xuanxiao's strikes were steady, precise, and ruthless. If he did not act, that was one thing; once he did, the battle was often over in the blink of an eye.
By the time those righteous disciples came back to their senses, the battle had already ended.
Li Xuanxiao seized a black-clad man badly injured by the poison, preparing to extract his soul.
Among these black-clad men, this one had the highest cultivation.
"Wait, Fellow Daoist, what are you doing? He has already suffered severe poisoning. Please allow me to treat him."
Hm? He had accomplices too?
Li Xuanxiao gave the disciple wearing Cold Damage Sect robes a strange look.
"Fellow Daoist, please let me treat his injuries."
Treat his injuries? Then wouldn't I have poisoned him for nothing?
Seeing that the black-clad man was about to be poisoned to death by Li Xuanxiao, the Cold Damage Sect disciple hurriedly said anxiously,
"Saving the dying and healing the wounded is my duty! Fellow Daoist, stop at once!"
"My apologies, it was my mistake," Li Xuanxiao said.
The Cold Damage Sect disciple said with relief, "To correct one's mistakes is the greatest good! Fellow Daoist, you still have a chance to repent. But I still have to criticize you—you struck too viciously. It makes them much harder for us to treat..."
Li Xuanxiao nodded. "I was so busy extracting his soul that I forgot to extract yours. My mistake."
Before long, the Cold Damage Sect disciple's screams rang out.
Seeing this, the other Cold Damage Sect disciples glanced at the black-clad men they had been treating, then swiftly chose