Li Mengtu spoke slowly and clearly, in a way that was obviously sincere. Given the somber expression on his face, there was no doubt that he believed the words he had spoken to be extremely important.0

This was a dao fight. It was not about asking for mercy or pursuing grudges. There was no concern for living or dying. Truth be told, that was simply how cultivators lived. In low levels they focused on surviving. In slightly higher levels, they were concerned with getting stronger. But in high levels like this, everything was about the dao.3

And Li Mengtu’s dao could not be tarnished. Hovering there in midair with his black robes and hair swirling in the wind, he looked down at Xu Qing and said, “I am Li Mengtu, apprentice of Immortal Monarch Boundless from the Dao Immortal Sect. I don’t like dirty tricks. Nor am I the kind of person to rely on help from my clan or Master. I’m acting alone today. And I swear to hold nothing back to kill you and fulfill my dao!”1

Xu Qing didn’t say anything. He had dealt with many types of people in his life. And though people like Li Mengtu weren’t very common, they did exist. For example, Sir Firedark had been very much like this Li Mengtu. Xu Qing could tell from the look in his eye that he was...0