"Oh!"
"You mean we kill Hu San without fearing the revenge of the Blood Demon Sect." Feng Yun regained some confidence and asked.
"I think yes. The Blood Demon Sect won't jump out of the shadows for one day for someone who is not even a proper quasi-emperor realm cultivator." The sword saint nodded.
"If this is the case, then Hu San must die."
The old swordsman's brows furrowed. "You're still too impatient. He's not just another guild rat — he's half a step into the emperor's path. Even I, with my strength restored, cannot guarantee his death if he decides to flee."
Feng Yun opened his eyes, calm yet burning with determination. "That's why I'm not relying only on the sword."
He summoned the system interface in his mind. Rows of items shimmered — seals, formation flags, talismans engraved with ancient runes. Most were beyond even his vast store of spirit stones. But one caught his eye:
