"How was he not dead?"
Lu Yuanchu stared blankly at Fang Mo, who was charging and slaughtering through the mech ranks. Not only was he alive, he had even destroyed the Mechanical Empire's base.
"Senior Brother has a Dao Protector!"
Hong Qing abruptly grabbed Lu Yuanchu's arm. Even his hand was trembling, his eyes filled with fear and unease.
Lu Yuanchu's body suddenly stiffened, his face instantly turning pale. He stared fixedly at the figure battling the Purple-Gold Sword King. "True Lord Tianluo is his Dao Protector? Why? Why did this happen? How could he possibly have a Dao Protector?"
His body trembled as he staggered back. As a member of Tianli Sect's Martial Arts Family, he knew perfectly well what having a Dao Protector meant.
Not just anyone was qualified to have a Dao Protector—let alone one in the Spirit Roaming Realm. Within Tianli Sect, only one person possessed such qualifications.
That was the Holy Son.
Tianli Sect had not had a Holy Son for thousands of years. Could Fang Mo be the Holy Son?
"Star River Token!"
His heart suddenly clenched as he recalled the ancestor's warning. I should have realized it long ago. Why did I forget?
Mu Han Shan looked at the terrified Lu Yuanchu, contempt rising in his heart. If he had known this day would come, why had he acted as he did? Now he knew fear!
Looking at Qiu Shan, Hong Qing also panicked. None of his earlier madness remained; all that was left was fear.
With a faint sigh in his heart, Mu Han Shan knew Lu Yuanchu was finished.
Still, Lu Yuanchu had treated him rather well. He reached out to support him and transmitted, "Senior Brother, steady yourself. Treat it as though nothing happened. From today onward, you must fully