"Brother Lu, how are you?" Upon seeing his condition, Shen Luo quickly stepped forward to support Lu Huaming, asking with concern.
"I'm okay. I've just exhausted too much of my strength. You must go after it fast. We cannot let this evil dragon escape. Otherwise, the ghost crisis in Chang'an will not end and countless innocent people will be affected," Lu Hua Ming replied weakly, his face pale as paper.
Without another word, he pushed the Dragon Slaying Sword into Shen Luo's hand.
Feeling hesitant for a moment, Shen Luo tightened his grip on the sword handle, nodding firmly.
"Rest assured, leave it to me. Take care of yourself," he said resolutely.
Without wasting another moment, Shen Luo held his long sword in place, applying two Divine Armor Horse Talismans onto his legs.
The charm patterns on the talisman brightened as it burned into pieces, the ash sticking to his legs as he charged forward at an astonishing speed.
