Xu Zimo walked step by step toward Yan Zongyao.
He said faintly,
"I truly don't want to kill ants like you."
"And yet you're the weakest, but you jump the highest."
Seeing Xu Zimo approach step by step, Yan Zongyao's expression changed drastically as well.
He wanted to rise and fight back, but the heavy injury from that palm strike had been far too severe.
To the point that now, even moving a single inch was difficult for him.
Xu Zimo said to Su Qianyuan,
"Lend me your sword. Killing him with my blade would insult my blade."
With a wave of Xu Zimo's hand, the longsword instantly flew from its sheath and landed in his grasp.
The other elders of the Red Flame Sect exchanged glances.
To be honest, they very much wanted to save Yan Zongyao.
After all, no matter how much conflict there was among them, Yan Zongyao was still the Vice Sect Master of the Red Flame Sect.
He was the face of the sect.
If he were killed just like that now, would that not be far too absurd?
But then they recalled how Xu Zimo had slapped Yan Zongyao once and left him barely able to struggle.
Then they thought of their own old arms and legs.
They had no desire to follow in Yan Zongyao's footsteps.
They could only stand by helplessly and watch.
At this moment, a vortex suddenly appeared in the void.
The vortex twisted, and a mass of flames erupted from within.
Immediately afterward, a Daoist in a Daoist robe slowly emerged.
The Daoist possessed the bearing of an immortal and the bones of the Dao. His long hair was tied behind his head, and his Daoist robe fluttered despite the absence of wind.
A faint smile rested on his