"Why... why?"
Yue Xingmu was shaking all over, his voice filled with indescribable surprise and confusion.
"Whoosh!"
Lu Xuanxuan's face suddenly became very cold. She pulled out her sword and kicked Yue Xingmu in the back, knocking him to the ground.
Then, she walked over, took the bundle from Yue Xingmu's back, opened it, saw dozens of the Gilded Emperor Mandala inside and showed a satisfied smile.
A Five-color Mandala, of which the golden type is the best, capable of significantly improving a cultivator's strength.
Lu Xuanxuan closed the bundle, looked at Yue Xingmu lying in a puddle of blood, and sneered, "The depths of the Golden Cicada Secret Realm are too dangerous, and it is certain death if you climb to the peak. Since death is inevitable, why not die under my sword? At least, I can get your share of the Gilded Emperor Mandala."
