A Single Strike Kill, a Familiar Feeling

Hearing Li Xuanyi's request, Song Qingming was slightly taken aback. He had thought she knew she was at the end of the road and had something to entrust to him. After pondering briefly, he still nodded to her with a calm expression.

"Fellow Daoist Li, neither of us may have a chance to escape today. If you have something to say, say it plainly. Whatever I promise you, I will certainly do my utmost to accomplish!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you to keep this for me first. Remember, you must return it to me later!"

Seeing Song Qingming agree so readily, Li Xuanyi's face relaxed slightly. She then handed him a square jade pendant she had long prepared in her hand.

Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, Song Qingming still wore a puzzled expression. But before he could ask about it, Li Xuanyi had already leaped down from the Phantom Boat and charged straight toward Duan Longshan, who was pursuing them from behind.

Song Qingming was greatly startled by this sight. He could not understand why she had not chosen to flee, but instead had taken the initiative to confront the enemy head-on.

Li Xuanyi's injuries had stabilized, but she was still in no condition to fight. At this moment, she could likely exert at most fifty percent of her strength.

Even at her peak, Li Xuanyi had been no match for Duan Longshan, much less now, when she was seriously injured and her strength had been greatly diminished.

In Song Qingming's eyes, Li Xuanyi's actions looked more like she was deliberately seeking death to buy him time. How could he not be shaken by it?

In the Cultivation World, cultivators willing to sacrifice themselves for others did so only for their sects, their families, or their