"Why? I brought back the souls of Profound Immortal Realm experts from your clan. Why did you harm them?"
Jiang Ping An's expression seemed frozen by ice, filled with bone-piercing cold. Within his indifferent gaze, it was as though two stars on the verge of eruption were hidden.
He did not understand why Duan Yunyin had done this.
Meeting Jiang Ping An's eyes, Duan Yunyin felt an inexplicable pressure. He instinctively looked away, summoned a heavy immortal sword, and attacked directly.
"You beast! You pretended to have found the souls of my clan's experts to swindle me, then launched an attack on me. Today, I'll make you pay the price!"
Duan Yunyin bit back at Jiang Ping An.
He did not want Jiang Ping An to live, lest this matter be leaked.
Sword qi filled the sky like a rain of swords, rushing straight at Jiang Ping An with overwhelming force.
Jiang Ping An did not strike back. Instead, he immediately flew toward the depths of the starry sky, though not particularly quickly.
To avoid exposing his identity while using immortal arts and offending the Star Luo Pavilion, he could not fight in public.
Duan Xuan was dead, unable to prove whether Jiang Ping An had truly found his soul. Everything depended on Duan Yunyin's word.
But if he simply left like this, Jiang Ping An would not accept it.
Duan Xuan had given him an immortal ship, the Curse Spirit Clan's Curse Seal, and the experience of an entire lifetime of cultivation. If he did not help Duan Xuan take revenge, he would feel somewhat guilty.
The cultivation experience Duan Xuan had given him at the end would count as the final transaction between them.
And the content of that transaction was to kill Duan Yunyin.
Duan Yunyin seemed