Yan Wuyi said loudly, "Suijie, you and I have no old grievances or recent grudges. Why make things difficult for each other? Why not take me as your master? I'll pass all my cultivation on to you. Why waste our strength fighting and killing each other here?"
This old monster Yan really has some nerve, Xu Yi thought. That old schemer nearly got me killed, and now he's talking about how we have no old grievances or recent grudges. If that doesn't count as a grudge, what does?
Though he was seething with hatred, Xu Yi smiled. "I don't want to make an enemy of you either, Palace Master. But you nearly got me killed. What am I supposed to think? If I let you escape now, who knows how you'll take revenge on me?"
Xu Yi slowly descended from the clouds and approached Yan Wuyi. Yan Wuyi said, "I, Yan Wuyi, swear upon the Spiritual Treasure Saint Emperor and the Freewheeling Dao Emperor that I will never break my word."
The Spiritual Treasure Saint Emperor and the Freewheeling Dao Emperor were the two supreme beings jointly revered by the Evil Court.
Swearing in the names of these two was already a solemn oath.
But Xu Yi didn't believe in such things. Still, he put on a thoughtful expression and slowly walked toward Yan Wuyi. "Since you put it that way, Palace Master, swear your oath first."
Yan Wuyi raised his left palm to the sky. "I, Yan Wuyi, now swear upon the Spiritual Treasure Saint Emperor and the Freewheeling Dao Emperor—"
With a thunderous boom, flames surged into the sky. Xu Yi once again activated his Origin Fire, and a fierce blaze struck the four chains in an instant.
Yan Wuyi's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "Suijie!"
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