As Song Wen watched the immortal sword in Wu Liang's hand spill cold light, the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint, unruffled smile.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, don't be so sure of yourself."
Before his words had faded, the Ghost Bone Sword abruptly appeared before Song Wen.
Wu Liang stared at the Bone Sword, a flicker of killing intent crossing his eyes.
"Gou Jun, I never imagined you possessed an Immortal Artifact too. But even with one, your cultivation is inferior to mine. You're still no match for me. Hand over the Jade Slip, and I can let you leave."
Song Wen slowly shook his head.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, not only do I have an immortal sword at my side, I also have someone to help me!"
Wu Liang's expression abruptly darkened.
"Gou Jun, what do you mean by that?"
Rather than answer, Song Wen called out loudly.
"Fellow Daoist Mu, come out!"
An instant later, Mu Li flew out from the rolling mountains in the distance, taking up a flanking position with Song Wen to hem Wu Liang in.
Wu Liang gazed at Mu Li from afar, his eyes icy.
"Mu Li, it's you! So... you and Gou Jun deliberately laid a trap to lure me here!"
"Wu Liang, if you hadn't coveted the Cangwu Immortal Sect Ruins, would you have fallen for it so easily? If you must blame something, blame your own greed."
With that, Mu Li summoned the Soul-Withering Dart. It turned into a speck of dim light and shot straight toward Wu Liang.
Wu Liang snarled, "Don't think joining forces guarantees you victory over me. Today, I'll show you both what happens to those who plot against me!"
The silver flying sword immediately tore through the air to meet the Soul-Withering Dart.
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