Yu Jizi, while fending off Tian Jizi’s attacks, scoffed coldly, "Elder brother, to think you would stoop to such shameless acts like a thief in the night, truly an eye-opener for me."
Tian Jizi laughed heartily and said, "You don’t deserve it, it was mine to begin with, and I’m naturally going to take it back."
The Money Sword, formed from eighty-one gold coins linked together, was a weapon used by the Dao Family to slay demons and vanquish evil. In the Dao Family, it held an extremely high status, for possessing it meant wielding the supreme authority of the Dao Family.
"You haven’t gone mad, you were only faking your illness? Since when did you start plotting against me?" Yu Jizi stamped his foot in anger.
With a smile, Tian Jizi said, "If I weren’t mad, how could you have felt secure to make your move? So indeed, I had gone mad."
The sword in Yu Jizi’s hand flashed brightly, striking with each move at the vital points of Tian Jizi.
This old man was truly detestable to the core.
In the tomb chamber, sword lights flitted about. Jin Zijin, fearing more sword qi might injure Gu Youyou, hurriedly took her out of the chamber.
Her injuries were too severe, she couldn’t stay here any longer; he had to take her down the mountain to be healed.
Lotus Village was nearest, and Qingshui’s doctor, Qin Changlin of Jisheng Hall...
"You’ve ruined my plans today; fifty years ago, I couldn’t kill you, but today, I will make sure both you and your disciple die here."
Jin Ziyuan had run off, bringing the soul-exchanging ritual he had planned for today to a failed end, and this infuriated Yu Jizi beyond measure.
Tian Jizi laughed loudly, "This is what they call ’using a man’s own strategies against him.’ Fifty years ago, I fell for your trick. Did you think I was going to fall for it again? Go on, see if you can kill me."
As they spoke, they had already exchanged hundreds of moves, each naturally flowing yet deadly.
The other women in the tomb chamber were already dead, their expressions twisted in horror. A myriad of insects tried to flee, but under their swords, not even a fly could survive.
Swept by the sword qi, all the poisonous insects Yu Jizi had been raising for years were wiped out.
His heart clenched with pain, his eyes glimmering with malice, and his attacks grew increasingly fierce, yet his desperation led to numerous openings.
Tian Jizi continued to assault him relentlessly.
"Soul transfer is an act against the heavens, no one has ever succeeded, and neither will you. Stop dreaming about it; too much desire is only self-destructive."
Hopping mad, Yu Jizi said, "If it weren’t for your interference, how could I have failed? You didn’t dare to do this, but I did. I’m not doing it just for myself; if I succeeded, you could also..."
"Life and death are predestined; do you think everyone is like you? Go tell your sanctimonious excuses to the ghosts!"
Tian Jizi seized the opportunity to deliver a lethal blow to Yu Jizi.
He had been defeated by him on the Sword Trial Platform more than fifty years ago, a grudge he had harbored for over fifty years.
He had waited for this day for just as long.
Yu Jizi hurriedly dodged, but was still wounded by the sword qi.
A wound from such sword qi was no trivial matter, and Yu Jizi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing the turn of events, he bolted for the door.
This old man was already over a hundred years old, his lifespan was not much longer, and he was over twenty years younger than him, there was no sense in fighting so desperately at this moment.
The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, quickly left the tomb chamber.
They had been fighting inside, only to come out and discover a fight going on outside as well.
Yue Rujing, leading a group from Tianzong, was fiercely battling with Huo Li, who led a group from Xuanzong, in the forest.
They were actually fighting here on Tianmen Mountain?
Jin Zijin, holding Gu Youyou as he left the ancient tomb and seeing the scene before him, was both anxious and furious.