Cold sweat broke out on Pei Sanjiu's forehead and dripped onto the ground.
His eyes widened as he looked toward Liu Yu, his gaze filled with shock, fear, and regret.
He was shocked that Liu Yu possessed such formidable strength, afraid with the instinctive terror of a life facing death, and regretful that he had failed to keep his eyes open and provoked such a powerful enemy.
"Fellow Daoist, we can talk this over. I know a great secret of the Cultivators’ Fellowship, and I know who holds its spirit stones and resources."
"A-and the spirit stones on me, too. As long as you spare my insignificant life, all of it will be yours!"
Two of his subordinates had died horribly in a single exchange. Pei Sanjiu immediately recognized the gulf between their strength. His hair stood on end, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he cast aside all the dignity of the Cultivators’ Fellowship's president and began begging for mercy.
Pei Sanjiu's pleas did not sway Liu Yu in the slightest.
His eyes were like the deepest waters of an ancient pool, without a single ripple.
His hands rapidly formed spell seals. Holding the mother blade, he controlled the six son blades of the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades, bringing them together into a strangely shaped sword blade roughly two feet long and three inches wide.
The blade was pitch-black throughout, and the might it radiated far surpassed that of any superior-grade magical artifact Liu Yu had ever seen. It had indisputably reached the level of a top-grade magical artifact, its black sheen glinting beneath the darkening sky.
The blade spun once, then became a dark shadow that slashed toward Pei Sanjiu.
Seeing that Liu Yu paid no heed to his words, Pei Sanjiu knew his intent to kill was