The Sacred Gate's Great Elder had his head taken in the blink of an eye?
Xiao Rushui, Di Tianwu, and the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor stared in stunned disbelief. Everyone turned to look. Who had killed Jing Wubing?
A Daoist flew in from the horizon. His black robe hung over his gaunt frame, making him look like a Fierce Ghost descending from the sky. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his gaze was vicious. He was clearly no good man.
"Daring to lay a hand on my lord? Courting death!"
The newcomer was none other than Daoist Lu Ya. His furious roar shook heaven and earth, making every Sacred Gate disciple tremble as they looked at him in terror.
Even Xiao Rushui, who had broken through to the Manifestation Saint Realm, could not see through Daoist Lu Ya.
"This man's cultivation..."
Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Rushui's brow. The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife from earlier had made his scalp tingle. He likely would not have been able to dodge that speed either.
Sun Wukong gripped the Golden Cudgel tightly, swallowed, and asked, "Your Majesty, is this man a new subordinate you recruited? He'd better be..."
If he was not...
Sun Wukong did not dare imagine how they would deal with this.
Qin Jun smiled faintly. "He is!"
As soon as he said this, Sun Wukong immediately sighed in relief. As expected, Qin Jun always had trump cards whenever he traveled.
Watching Daoist Lu Ya stride through the air toward them, Qin Jun could not help sighing. That calm, unhurried bearing was like that of an exiled immortal, and it reminded him of a saying:
"Beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements; above, I pay no court to the Three Sacred Emperors of Fire Cloud; in between, I heed