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"Today, I shall vanquish demons and uphold the Dao!"
Wu Daozi proclaimed with a self-assured and righteous demeanor.
However, Tang Yi merely smiled faintly, holding the Sword of Martial Soul and gently wiping its blade, which emitted a faint golden glow, his face full of disdain as he looked contemptuously at Wu Daozi, "Arrogant old Daoist, do you even understand what it means to overestimate oneself, what it means to seek death?"
"How dare you!"
Instantly furious, Wu Daozi retorted, "You are far too insolent, young man. Today, I must teach you a lesson!"
Even before his declaration had finished, Wu Daozi waved his hand, and in his palm, there suddenly appeared a gourd about the size of a wine bottle.
"Brat, behold the magic treasure!"
Wu Daozi bellowed as he opened the stopper of the gourd.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the gourd, three streaks of sword Qi, each a different color, shot out immediately.
