Jiuyi True Person chuckled. "I never thought you'd still recognize me."
His expression hardened as he turned to Yan Chihuo. "You dared to kill my senior brother and seize his treasures. Do you take me for no one?"
Yan Chihuo beckoned, storing Zihai in his Heavenly Spirit Bag, then summoned the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword. He said evenly, "With your abilities, Senior, saving someone should have been as easy as turning your hand over. Yet now you're using this as a pretext. If you want to seize this Purple Jade Paste, then say so plainly."
Jiuyi True Person said, "You must have some skill, to think that after slaying a few late-Origin Core Cultivators, you no longer need to hold Dao Integration Stage seniors in regard. Fine. Whatever abilities you possess, bring them out. Let me have a look, and let you die without regrets."
Yan Chihuo said, "Please enlighten me, Senior!"
The Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword released a sheet of sword light that condensed into a lotus in midair, slowly pressing toward Jiuyi True Person.
Jiuyi True Person said, "Not bad swordsmanship. No wonder you're somewhat arrogant." Yet inwardly, he was puzzled. Though this sword art was impressive, it was absolutely incapable of harming Lei Yun on its own. He and Lei Yun had been fellow disciples for many years, and he knew Lei Yun's methods well. He had merely arrived too late, seeing only Yan Chihuo kill Lei Yun and take his treasures.
He and Lei Yun had long since fallen out. He had originally intended to leave, but after hearing the burly man in green speak of Yuan Yangzi and Lei Yun, he had remained behind. Then he discovered that Lei Yun actually possessed a treasure like Purple Jade Paste, and his greed flared fiercely,