I looked at him coldly, knowing he thought that dodging one sword strike meant he could escape with his life. I wasn't unwilling to give him a chance, either. I waved the sword in my hand and said, "Why the rush? Don't say I'll give you one strike—even three strikes would be fine."
"Good! Don't regret letting me go!" The other man's expression hardened, but he no longer believed I would go back on my word. To receive my sword strike, he immediately gnashed his teeth and took out a ghostly divine weapon, the Black Jade Tablet. The jade tablet was covered in exquisitely intricate rune patterns, and its quality far surpassed that of the black horsetail whisk wielded by the former master of the Jade Stone Immortal Sect.
"Heh, you got this from Master Fan's side, didn't you? This one item should have been enough to repay every debt. Yet you were still so insatiably greedy that you took people's lives. Isn't that going too far? If you don't die today, is there any justice left in this world?" I sneered. At a glance, it was obvious that this was no divine artifact a peak master like him should have been able to produce. It was either a sect's guardian treasure or something similar, so I dared to conclude that it most likely belonged to the sect where Fan Zhiyang had once been.
The other man gritted his teeth without speaking and immediately activated the Black Jade Tablet in his hand. In the next instant, ghostly energy surged into the heavens and enveloped him completely. All the immortals hurriedly retreated, afraid to approach, as though they feared something.
I glanced at the treasure's overwhelming aura and thought to myself that Shen Zeyi had indeed put some thought into receiving