At that moment, he too was eyeing Song Yan like a tiger watching its prey.
Green Robe narrowed his eyes and steeled himself.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, seized the Yang Talisman floating before him, and made as if to toss it upward.
"Fellow Daoists, let's leave it at that. Don't fight! Here's the talisman! Divide it between yourselves!"
He made a thorough show of giving up the talisman, his gaze darting between Song Yan and the Hanging Sword Mountain disciple.
If this Yang Talisman could spark a dispute between these two disciples of major sects, whoever reached for it first would become the other's target.
Once the two were locked in a chaotic battle, he would have a chance to take the talisman amid the confusion and activate an escape talisman or secret treasure to flee.
The hope was slim, but it was not nonexistent.
"No need to make this so complicated."
Song Yan's voice rang out.
The Green Robe rogue cultivator before him held a Yang Talisman, while the Hanging Sword Mountain disciple had a Yin Talisman.
The full set was already here.
Song Yan abruptly moved, and the Unmoored Boat shot toward the Hanging Sword Mountain disciple.
Wouldn't sending both of them away save trouble?
The Hanging Sword Mountain cultivator had not expected the sword to come so quickly and hurriedly activated his Law Artifact to block it.
In the Green Robe rogue cultivator's eyes, Song Yan vanished from where he stood like a phantom.
The next moment, a crushing spiritual pressure struck.
A sharp gleam suddenly flashed before his eyes. A finger on a clean hand thrust toward him, instantly piercing his protective Spirit Garment.
Then that hand seized the pure-white Yang Talisman and refined it in its palm in the blink of an eye.
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