"You..."
Yue Wangchuan's eyes immediately turned bloodshot with fury. True energy surged as he moved to attack.
But the moment his true essence stirred, his chest tightened. His body swayed, his aura growing disordered, and the hand gripping his sword sank heavily.
"Damn it, my injuries are too severe!"
He gritted his teeth. Fang Mo's single move had broken his sword momentum and wounded his divine soul, while the reversal of his true essence had further injured his meridians.
Lu Yuanchu was no weaker than he was, and he possessed many treasures. Without fighting for his life, Yue Wangchuan truly would not find it easy to take him down.
For a moment, Yue Wangchuan hesitated. Should he attack or not?
He had promised Fang Mo, but several True Men stood behind Lu Yuanchu. Though they said nothing, their auras had already locked onto him. The instant he dared make a move, attacks would surely rain down upon him.
"I..." Yue Wangchuan's blood surged, and his hand suddenly tightened around the sword hilt.
"Senior Brother Yue, you must not!" The three True Men who had rushed over with him hurriedly pulled him back and shook their heads. "Senior Brother, calm down. Lu Yuanchu came prepared. They can form the Seven Kills Sword Array. Even if the four of us join forces, we won't be able to stop it!"
Yue Wangchuan grew even more hesitant, his expression turning grave.
Lu Yuanchu gave him an indifferent glance, then turned and walked toward Fang Mo. The six True Men behind him followed, their faintly stirring momentum pressing down like Dark Clouds Covering the Top.
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
Though Fang Mo was strong, there were only four True Men on his side including himself. Yue Wangchuan's group had chosen to yield and