Zhang Jue was shocked for a moment by the words, but he immediately began to laugh. "Virtue would triumph over evil? Very well, let's see what you've got then." Zhang Jue gripped his sword tightly and darted toward Lu Dongbin.

Lu Dongbin shook his head in resignation and sighed before he chanted, "Supreme Illusory Sword!"

He had tried his best to give Zhang Jue a chance to redeem himself, but there was nothing he could do if the man did not want to take it. Instantly, with Lu Dongbin as the center, the clouds from within a thousand meters radius were blasted into non-existence as a ray of light appeared and slowly condensed into the shape of a sword. The air circled the illusory sword, exposing the fact that it was a product of one's internal energy. The sword looked marvelous and symbolized the emphasis of harmony within Daoism. In the blink of an eye, the illusory sword pierced through the air and darted toward Zhang Jue.

"Admit defeat, Zhang Jue!" Lu Dongbin shouted in a cold to