Fang Xiao knew when to stop while he was ahead.
After all, if he pushed him too far, Ling Taichu would be the one to suffer.
"I can bring you that Dao Artifact right away, but you must also swear to let me and my Master leave.
Otherwise, I don't mind fighting you to the death, like a fish dead and the net torn.
And as compensation for injuring my Master, forget about that Half-step Dao Artifact."
Origin Fiery Demon Peak had already been destroyed by Fang Xiao, so naturally, it could not be produced.
As for the Dao Track Projection within it, it had long since been refined by the Void Suppressing Sword. It was even less possible to return it.
On the other hand, Fang Xiao agreed to hand over the Great White Sword Pellet with remarkable ease, as though it meant nothing to him.
Yet Xuan Zhongtian fell into deep thought over this.
Although Origin Fiery Demon Peak was merely a Half-step Dao Artifact, it concerned the integrity of the Dao Artifact behind Xuan Zhongtian.
Thus, it was just as important and absolutely could not be lost. Even if only the Dao Track Projection remained, it had to be retrieved.
Yet unexpectedly, Xuan Zhongtian raised his head and agreed.
"Fine. I can forgo the Half-step Dao Artifact, and I can swear a Dao Vow.
But if you wish to take Ling Taichu away, you must hand that Dao Artifact over to me."
The abnormal behavior of both men clearly concealed deeper schemes.
After Xuan Zhongtian briefly swore his oath, the Dao soldier instantly dissipated.
Yet before long, it returned.
This time, however, it did not return empty-handed.
In the Dao soldier's palm lay a grayish-white bead.
Its sharp, murderous aura radiated outward without the slightest concealment.
Fang