The trial had not ended; the battle continued.
Lu Ran held the Zhanzun Knife and severed one bloody head after another.
Savage beyond measure!
By the lake, Deng Yuxiang leaned against a big tree with her arms folded before her, silently watching the battle.
This should not have been called a spar. It should have been called a slaughter.
Yet Deng Yuxiang did not find it cruel. Instead, strange light flickered repeatedly in her eyes as she stared at the young man in the Black Gold Emperor Robe, admiring his razor-sharp offensive and sensing that indescribable warrior's bearing.
Lu Ran had been right. Who could last more than two or three exchanges beneath his hand?
Below the Heaven Realm, he was almost invincible.
Above the Heaven Realm, he likewise had ample means for Exceeding Level Slaughter.
"Pfft!!"
In the distance, a crimson tide spread outward.
It was the Blood Skull faction's ultimate move—Blood Sacrifice Mountains and Rivers!
Lu Xing's blood boiled throughout his body, surging in all directions as a raging sea of blood.
The scalding blood could burn down everything it swallowed without leaving a trace.
The beautiful Lake Region beneath the moon was thus destroyed, utterly devoured by the terrifying sea of blood. No! Someone had not been devoured.
The Emperor Robe Youth simply stood there in silence. He was not a small boat tossed amid surging waves, but a Stabilizing Needle that propped up the heavens and shook the earth.
Every crimson wave that rushed toward him was violently suppressed, swiftly dissipating without a trace.
[Seems I misjudged you.] Deng Yuxiang sent through Voice Transmission. [Before today, I always thought you were soft-tempered, and even softer-handed.]
Within the sea of blood, Lu Ran carried the Zhanzun Knife and advanced step by step:
[*I could go a little