"This is simply unacceptable."
HUM!
A thought crossed his mind.
Xu Jingtian's form wavered, and a figure robed in black stepped out from him, a perfect mirror image of Xu Jingtian himself.
However…
This black-robed figure exuded a palpable evil.
"Fellow Daoist."
Xu Jingtian clasped his hands in a salute. "I'll have to trouble you to make a trip."
"Very well."
The black-robed figure nodded.
SWOOSH!
The moment the words left his lips…
The black-robed figure vanished into thin air.
「That very day.」
Han Lingzi was taught a harsh lesson. If he hadn't fled so quickly, he would have lost more than just a corpse puppet—he probably would have lost half his life.
"Shu Mountain, you've gone too far!"
Han Lingzi roared, "Relying on your status as a Sword Dao Sacred Land with a deep foundation, you let your disciple run rampant and murder a True Disciple of our Corpse Ghost Sect! And now you act so shamelessly!"
