In Ming Ban's eyes, Lu Zhou was already a dead man. Before killing Lu Zhou, he had to find that little girl. After that, he would be able to avenge Hong Jian, his fellow tribesmen.
Tu Wei sighed. "I don't have a lot of time to waste."
"Understood," Ming Ban said before he waved his hand.
The Masters of the Eight Saint Temples and the more than 1,000 Feather tribesmen surrounded Lu Zhou, Mingshi Yin, and the Qin Yuan.
"I'll give you one last chance. Hand over that little girl. Otherwise, even if you die, the Great Void has a way to search your memories," Ming Ban said threateningly.
The Qin Yuan's eyes were brimming with worry and despair at this time.
Mingshi Yin called out in a low voice, "Master."
At this time, Lu Zhou calmly placed his hands on his back before he gently tapped his feet on the ground and flew up into the sky. His face was expressionless, and his gaze was piercing.
