Sending a Fellow Daoist to Their Doom

Wang Daoyuan's face was full of disdain. "Elder Li, you've truly given me a difficult problem.

How about this? Leave now, and I can spare your life.

If you insist on staying, I'll have no choice but to keep you here."

Elder Qi sneered. "We've both lived for nearly a thousand years. What tricks haven't we seen? Stop playing these childish games.

Hand over the inheritance obediently. It saves us trouble, and it saves you some suffering."

Li Xingzong also advised, "Fellow Daoist Wu, you should heed this advice and hand over the inheritance. I can guarantee that you will not die.

I may not wish to fight you, but for the sect's sake, I have no choice."

Wang Daoyuan smiled. "Fellow Daoist Li, I appreciate your good intentions.

Don't worry. I'll let your soul enter reincarnation."

Li Xingzong sighed. The Sword Puppet vanished in an instant, and a streak of silver light flew toward Wang Daoyuan like a meteor.

Wang Daoyuan summoned the Returning Origin Sword, and countless streaks of silver Sword Qi appeared out of thin air.

Feeling that piercing killing intent, Li Xingzong and Elder Qi both turned pale, as though someone had placed a sword against their throats.

As one sword swung out, a sharp clang rang out. Wang Daoyuan and the Sword Puppet were each forced back more than thirty meters.

The Sword Puppet had not suffered much, but a tiny chip had appeared on the longsword in its hand.

Once a magical artifact was damaged, its power would weaken.

If the battle continued, the Sword Puppet would only be able to display less and less of its strength.

"This Sword Puppet is quite formidable. It can actually match me blow for blow."

Li Xingzong's expression changed drastically. "You are Zhou Ming, the sword cultivator