"Is this Luo Bei?"
Yue Wuhen coughed up blood and slowly turned around. He paid no heed to Moon Shadow, who stood only a few yards away. He knew that if Luo Bei had wanted to kill him, he would already have died by Moon Shadow's hand. Only now did he truly see Luo Bei clearly.
A powerful, steadfast aura; eyes that would not yield or bend. And Luo Bei did not possess the usual cultivator's coldness and ruthlessness... Compared to ordinary cultivators, Luo Bei was stronger now, yet he seemed more like an ordinary person—or rather, more human. Perhaps that was also the main reason Yu Shiqing had chosen to stand on Luo Bei's side. Even so, Yue Wuhen still did not believe Luo Bei could contend against Huang Wushen.
"If you tell me which Kunlun people contacted you, and which Emei people secretly serve Kunlun, I can spare your lives. I can even let you stand with us again," Luo Bei said as Yue Wuhen and the others looked at him.
"You want to dig out one of Kunlun's lines?" Murong Qingsheng's expression instead eased slightly. He gave a self-mocking laugh. "That colossal Kunlun has no idea how many lines scattered throughout the world. Like a hundred-legged insect, what use is there in cutting off one leg? It will soon grow back. Besides, why should I believe you? Why should I believe that if I tell you, you will let us go?"
"Either be killed or believe me. Those are your only two choices now." Luo Bei glanced at Murong Qingsheng. "As for a hundred-legged insect, if enough legs are cut off, I do not believe they will keep growing back without end."
Murong Qingsheng sneered. "Either be killed, or obey your commands. You are Huang Wushen's enemy,