"Wait, don't kill me."
"I know of many treasures, many opportunities, even an opportunity to become a Divinity Transformation."
"As long as you spare me, I can tell you everything."
"All the treasures on me are yours."
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist saw Jiang Fan's figure, and he couldn't help but shout, trying to plead for his life.
After all, he was a Nascent Soul Perfection Cultivator and didn't want to die a miserable death here.
He didn't even want to die without knowing who his enemy was.
"No need."
Jiang Fan looked at the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist indifferently, his vast Primordial Magical Power infusing into the Primordial Talisman Pen.
At the instant the power was infused into the pen, its tip erupted with dazzling golden light, the brilliance condensing into a sharp light blade as if to tear the sky apart.
This chilling light seemed to make the heavens and the earth tremble, as if an unparalleled Immortal Sword had been unsheathed.
