Whoosh!
The crescent-shaped blade left a bloody gash across Lu Changsheng's ribs, then traced a bizarre arc through the air, spinning back with a chilling hum.
Lu Changsheng steadied himself. Feeling the piercing pain beneath his ribs, his expression immediately darkened.
Had he not dodged in time, that strike would likely have split him open!
On a massive lava rock some distance away, a sinister figure had appeared at some point.
The newcomer looked to be around thirty. His face was stern, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, and he wore a fitted silver-gray outfit embroidered at the chest with an emblem of crossed crescent blades.
He stood straight as a spear, sharp blade intent radiating from his body. His aura had astonishingly reached the fifth level of Divine Palace Realm!
At that moment, his right hand steadily caught the crescent blade spinning back toward him. The blade had an unusual shape, like a waning moon, thin as paper, with an icy gleam flowing along its edge. It was clearly a Spirit Weapon of no low grade.
"Heavenly Blade Sect, Wu Feng."
The man announced himself, his voice cold and hard as clashing metal. His gaze, like tangible blades, scraped across the icy Bronze Mask on Lu Changsheng's face before finally settling on the bulging Cosmic Bag at his waist, greed undisguised in his eyes. Then he said,
"Your skills are impressive, sir, to have slain this Scarlet Scale Fire Python alone. But those who see it deserve a share. Give me half of these ten Fire Spirit Lotus Seeds, and I, Wu Feng, will turn around and leave. I will not trouble you further."
"Heh heh..."
Half?
Beneath his mask, a cold curve lifted at the corner of Lu Changsheng's mouth. He had fought desperately and nearly lost his