So fierce? Lu Zheng had thought they would at least exchange a few formal words before fighting. Instead, it was either a sneak attack or an abrupt assault. Did people in ancient times have so little regard for martial virtue too? Still, the Lu River River God had come prepared for battle. With a sweep of his dragon-headed crescent blade, a current formed before him, cycling endlessly like a whirlpool shield and blocking the attack.
"I am the Lu River River God! Who goes there, trespassing upon my territory?" the Lu River River God shouted.
"A river god appointed by the Great Jing Dynasty's court has no authority over me!" the burly man in green said in a hoarse voice. "Leave the Secret Realm obediently. Once I am finished here, I will naturally depart. Otherwise, do not blame me for wiping out your entire River God Residence!"
Lu Zheng nodded. He could tell this fellow was unreasonable.
That made things easier instead.
"Such audacity!" the Lu River River God barked.
Previously, he had only wanted to rescue Zhu Yushan. As for the grudges between this burly man in green and that Old Turtle, he had intended to stay out of them if possible.
But after the burly man's words, the nature of the matter had changed.
It had become a matter of face.
Whether it was the face of the Great Jing Dynasty's court or the face of the Lu River River God, neither could be cast aside so easily.
The Lu River River God swept his long blade, his body shooting forward like lightning as he closed on the burly man in green in an instant. With a Mount Hua Cleaving Strike—well, who knew whether there was even a Mount Hua here—his long blade rolled up a torrent, carrying