I had sensed it long ago, so I immediately swept out the six-colored umbrella in my hand and opened it to block the surging current. I had to admit, this woman called Gong Ming was no ordinary Spirit Manifestation cultivator. Her attack even gave me the feeling that a flying sword had struck the six-colored umbrella head-on.
"Sister Gong Ming! Don't!" Mei Yao's voice rang out in protest, bringing the attack to an abrupt halt.
"He's a disciple of the Wicked Path! Why are you standing together with a Wicked Path disciple?!" Gong Ming hurriedly asked.
I slowly moved the umbrella aside. At that moment, aside from Gong Ming's wary expression, the three disciples looked even more as if they were facing a great enemy. After all, I had blocked the full-force strike of a Spirit Manifestation immortal, and they knew what that meant: danger.
"Hehe, I'm not merely a disciple of the Wicked Path. I'm also the Valley Lord of the Wicked Path's Falling Wood Valley. I wonder if Miss Gong Ming has ever heard of me, Dong Ren?" I smiled openly. Revealing my identity not only shocked Mei Yao; even Gong Ming and the other disciples were at a loss for words.
Gong Ming pressed a hand against the short blade behind her. Her plastic-like clothes drifted faintly in the water mist, clearly showing that she was ready to strike at any moment. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I wonder what instructions Valley Lord Dong Ren has for our Water Mist Alliance? Surely you don't know that your Falling Wood Valley is currently under attack by the Heavenly Lu Path?"
"Is that so? It seems your alliance still doesn't know that I single-handedly wiped out the Heavenly Lu Path. But it's not too late to tell