The Villain Seems a Lot Like Me

"Heretical cultivators raising martial artists?"

Lu Zheng's eyes flickered. Martial artists cultivated until their blood and qi boiled like a cauldron; they truly made excellent cauldrons for those who practiced blood-based arts, and were precisely the sort of crooked, heretical path the military had always crushed without mercy.

And that martial artist was already no weakling. With a hundred years of dao comprehension, he would have been a master in any faction. If someone could use such a master as a blood slave cauldron, then this master's cultivation was likely even higher. "Heh heh..."

"Hahaha..."

"Boy, surrender without a fight, and you'll suffer a little less."

"Otherwise, under the God-Devouring Art, I fear you'll beg for death but be unable to die!"

The two voices drew closer and closer, as though they were speaking right beside Lu Zheng and Shen Ying's ears.

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying frowned. The murmuring voices carried bursts of static, drilling straight into their ears, unbearably grating.

"Heh heh, not bad. Still holding on?"

"Hahaha, the higher your cultivation, the happier Master will be!"

The two men did not seem in any hurry to attack. They continued to toy with Lu Zheng and Shen Ying.

However...

"Shut up!"

Shen Ying gave a low shout, and a Mental Attack surged out with the sound waves.

Having had her pleasant time interrupted, she could not be bothered to play with these two.

Pfft!

Hmph!

One spat blood, while the other gave a muffled groan. Then two figures were forced out of the void, staggering and nearly falling.

"What?"

The two figures stared wide-eyed in disbelief. They looked up at Shen Ying, then twisted their bodies and tried to flee.

But the instant they turned around, each of them saw a phantom pink peach blossom appear three feet