The formation deployed by the cultivators of Xuanqing Palace was already capable of contending against an Overlord-class demon beast.
To them, the strength displayed by Lu Ye at that moment was no less than that of those fabled Overlord-class demon beasts.
Standing twenty zhang apart, the atmosphere was tense, with a murderous aura subtly surging.
Standing in his original spot, Lu Ye suddenly turned around and swung his saber, severing a ghost cultivator who had silently approached him and was about to strike. The blade's light flashed by, cutting the ghost cultivator cleanly into two halves.
In the moments before his death, his eyes were filled with disbelief, unable to understand how he had betrayed his presence.
