"The Immortal Slaying Dao Fruit belongs to my Sword Pavilion." An old, cold voice drifted from the horizon. "Does someone of the Demon Dao like you deserve to lay a finger on it?"
Before the voice faded, a haggard old man in a gray robe stepped out from the void. No aura leaked from his body, but the Ancient Sword hanging at his waist exuded a terrifying Sword Intent that made Heaven and Earth pale in comparison. Qi Yun did not know this person, but he could feel that the other party's Cultivation was even above Qingyuan True Monarch's.
"Martial Uncle!" Qingyuan True Monarch's face darkened. "What are you doing? The Refinement of the Immortal Slaying Dao Fruit is a matter I have agreed upon with Fellow Daoist Primordial!"
"Agreed upon?" The gray-robed old man scoffed coldly. "How can a Supreme Treasure of the Sword Dao fall into the hands of an outsider?"
A very faint smile tugged at the corner of Qi Yun's lips. "Then, in your opinion, Fellow Daoist, what should be done?"
