"How could I possibly be an Evil Spirit? Look, this is Wang Ruhai's head, and that bizarre skin he was wearing. Both fell beneath my blade."
Li Jianfeng held a mangled, bloody head in his hand, along with a soft, limp skin.
One end of the skin drooped down, and Wang Ruhai's features could be faintly made out.
"Fellow Daoist Li should have said so earlier. You made me suspect wildly and nearly slander you."
"As for the passphrase, the truth is there was no passphrase. If you really had said one, that would have been suspicious."
Lu Xuan put away the Silver-White Sword in his hand and said with a smile.
"Daoist Lu truly is quick-witted."
The centipede-shaped scar on Li Jianfeng's face could not help twitching a few times.
The two of them set aside the doubt and worry in their hearts and drew closer and closer.
When they were less than ten feet apart, Lu Xuan flicked the two fingers of his right hand in an extremely concealed motion.
In the next instant, a long, slender red needle shot out like lightning at a speed hard for the naked eye to catch. It sank into Li Jianfeng's left temple, pierced straight through his entire head, and flew out from his right temple.
A golden sword light followed close behind, shooting into Li Jianfeng's heart. A hole the size of a bowl immediately appeared in his chest.
"Daoist Lu, what is the meaning of this?"
Blood sprayed from the hole in his chest, and red-and-white brain matter streamed from both sides of his temples from time to time, but Li Jianfeng paid it no mind. His face turned severe as he questioned Lu Xuan.
"To suffer such serious injuries and still not be affected at all—you truly are