"So you're Wei Wuju?"
A sword pellet materialized in Mo Tianshu's hand as he looked at his opponent, whose aura was faint.
Wei Wuju nodded, gasping for breath.
"That is I."
"I truly don't understand. We are strangers, so why do you bear such killing intent toward me?"
"Hah." Mo Tianshu scoffed.
"You rose from nothing to a high position. You even managed to steal a forbidden Secret Technique from the Douchen Sect and escape with your life."
"I do admire your unyielding spirit and your undying heart for the Dao."
His voice, however, was laced with impatience.
"But since you're an outcast, why are you getting involved with the Douchen Sect's business in the Fire Cave Dynasty?"
"You know full well the relationship between the Fire Cave Dynasty and the Xuandao Sect. This is a death wish!"
With that, the sword pellet erupted in a boundless light, flowing like quicksilver and splashing into a thousand radiant droplets.
