Kill them to your heart's content!
As Lu Yang's words fell, Suo Huan looked over as well and said in surprise, "As far as I know, Fellow Daoist is not the sort who strives to outdo others or excels at combat."
Lu Yang shook his head at that. "I simply do not wish to, not that I cannot."
With that, he held Calamity Waves reversed behind his back and said calmly, "Besides, the Dao Path lies ahead, and there is no retreat. Better to simply fight!"
"Good, then let us fight!"
Suo Huan's brow eased as he straightened his back. "Leave everyone below the Great True Person realm to Fellow Daoist. As for any Great True Persons, Fellow Daoist may safely leave them to me."
At those words, Lu Yang immediately glanced at Suo Huan. As a True Person of the Sacred Sect, he carried three parts suspicion toward anyone. Were they not now grasshoppers tied to the same rope, there would never have been such a harmonious atmosphere. Yet now, he revealed a rather genuine smile.
"Then many thanks, Fellow Daoist."
"Hahaha!" Suo Huan burst into hearty laughter.
There was something Lu Yang did not know. As an Extraterrestrial Cultivator, Suo Huan had endured bitter cultivation overseas for six hundred years. He called everyone Fellow Daoist, yet had never truly been accepted by anyone.
He had called many people Fellow Daoist, but no one had ever called him "Fellow Daoist" in return.
Those weaker than him called him Senior. Those equal to him called him an Extraterrestrial Wanderer. Those stronger than him simply called him a Heretic Path practitioner.
Some even directly called him a "moth."
Thus, this was the first time.
The first time someone had addressed him as Fellow Daoist. It gave this former heaven-favored prodigy, who